Christobal had been paying more attention to the carpet's design than whatever the young woman was talking about. As such, he had been just as alarmed when she pulled out the chair. He froze, looking at her, wide-eyed.

Then, Emrys started telling him something about cleaning the carpet. Christobal pieced it together quickly enough. He was supposed to pretend to be his butler.

Why couldn't they just perform a memory charm on the girl and be done with it? It'd be much more quick and effective than staging up an entire play for the brat!

(Who was a very beautiful woman.)

"I'm old fashioned, Mr. Selwyn," he replied, a hint of resentment in his voice. "I prefer to put myself through hard work, than use my wand." He slowly crawled from under the table, dusted off his clothes and smiled to the young woman. He was actually finding it easy to be cordial to her, she was so pretty. "I'm sorry that I scared you." Right, he was supposed to address her somehow. "Young Lady."