Alistair had not known how to respond to Mister Echelons last message to him. He was beginning to think that he just might end up developing a complex about his appearance. Alistair really did think he looked quite ordinary though he would allow that his curls were a bit unique. Not so much though since they were a familial sort of trait. He wondered what Mister Echelon would think of his cousin Alfreds hair.

He didn't typically arrange to meet people so it had slipped his mind to declare a time of when he could be expected. It was a little after lunch when he had made his way to the fireplace. Alistair arrived at the Echelon home, blushing as his hand was grabbed. He didn't typically have people grabbing at his hands, not even within his family.

"I don't think I am ready to see myself immortalized on canvas anyway," Alistair assured softly when the man asked that he not look at the painting. He was a little awestruck by the house. A redheaded man winked at him before going into one of the rooms up ahead. "Was that a monkey?" He found himself asking. Surely, that had not been what he had just seen perched on the redheads shoulder?