It was a strange thing to see, his flustered nature at being derailed in such a fashion. But it was necessary, and it was a thing that she could learn from. He seemed distracted, unhappy with how she had moved close, then allowed him the space that he so indignantly demanded. It was a thing to ponder over, there was no doubt of that.

The valet was swift, ushering her away to a room that was as simple as it was clean and elegant all the same. Nothing out of place, everything as it was supposed to be.

There was a bed, lavish and made with sheets of the highest threadcount, no doubt. A desk of polished teekwood. A lush sofa that had been imported, she guessed. A low caf table of the same teekwood, a small rounded table with two chairs. It was all spartan, yet luxurious in the same breath.

The valet turned to leave, but she turned to him.

"My pilot has my sundries. Make sure that they are delivered with speed."

"Yes Ma'am, I will."

"Good."

An unspoken dismissal, and she was alone once more.

Moving to the foot of the bed, Esalis slowly lowered herself to sit, one leg crossing over the other as she let her thoughts return to the behavior that she had been witness to not long before.