Snippet #1744939

Hassen wrinkled his nose as Suibhne approached him. Drat. This person really couldn't read body language, could they? He stepped back as she - he? - approached, being careful to maintain the three feet between himself and them. The whole time, he studied the person carefully until he finally came to a conclusion. This person was far too flat to be a woman, but much too curvacious to be a man Then again, it was always possible that the person was slightly malnourished. Despite the person's feminine appearance, he was going to have to settle for the male gender.

Suddenly the person introduced himself - getting way too far into Hassen's personal space while doing so - with, "My name is Suibhne Tadhg. You are?"

Hassen hesitated, not sure he really wanted to talk to this person. No, correction. He really didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment. He had far more important things to be doing, such as looking for his master. But he had been directly addressed, which meant he had to give a reply or suffer the consequences. With a small sigh, he said, "Hassen Heindrick." Short and blunt. The way a servant was supposed to speak.

That task finished, he quickly maneuvered himself around Suibhne - he would have to fix the gender confusion eventually - and dared to focus his full attention on James. He had missed the head motion, but caught the thumb pointing him in the right direction. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. It was neither the place nor the time to be speaking. Still, the servant had caught his attention in a way that bothered him.

James bothered him, like he knew the boy yet didn't. Something about the servant was unsettling and he didn't want to find out what. He wanted out, to go home as soon as possible. And there was that little warning going off in the back of his head. The boy was a danger; a threat to his master's health. It would have to be taken care of, but not until he had evidence. One could not go on instinct alone.

So, very carefully, Hassen wound his way down the hall and around anyone else that was starting to leave their rooms, and made for the one that James had pointed him to. His hand rested on the doorknob as he paused to look around. Oh lovely, there was Suibhne again. The short man was far too happy, in his opinion. Strange, it seemed he was the tallest person in the mansion so far.

Which was completely irrelevant.

The knob twisted followed by the door opening. He left it open as he entered to check on Alexander - who was finally beginning to stir. A careless move - if anyone wanted to, they could just waltz right in - but he was in a hurry and too worried about Alexander to care. Besides, if he really was the tallest person there, then he was most likely more than enough to take care of anyone that wished to harm them.