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"The appointment was half an hour ago, Young Master," Sterling answered in a voice which showed no variation of feeling. What did he care of the boy was late - massively late - to a large meeting? Kanjo had given no order to wake him up early, and unless the master's security was at stake, Sterling did nothing - NOTHING - he was not expressly ordered to do. He did not even care of Kanjo became angry at him for it. Sterling was not one to care about much of anything, at least when it was early morning. He was not a morning person, even though he did not sleep. He just hated the time when the sun was coming up, and the human world was waking. To demon ears, which could hear for miles, it was so very noisy.

Sterling did not so much as twitch as Kanjo leaned up against him, nor when he pushed away and went to eat. He remained silent until Kanjo gave the silent order to undress him, which Sterling obeyed with just as much noise, walking across the room and stripping off the boy's nightshirt. He left Kanjo standing stark naked in the middle of his bedroom, returning to the dresser by the young master's bed to select his clothing for the day.

"We visit the orphanage after your meeting," he told Kanjo calmly, returning with a shirt and beginning to dress his young master once more. He did not care that Kanjo was naked. He cared little for such worldly lusts as food and pleasure. Buttoning up Kanjo's shirt, Sterling made no reply beyond a short glance to the sleeping beauty comment. He was not inclined to do much of anything, unless either the Master commanded it, or the situation demanded it. Otherwise he preferred to stand in polite, thoughtful silence behind Kanjo's shoulder, pretending to be an obedient butler, and nothing more.
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"No," Youngjae sighed, ignoring the slight shudder that ran down his spine at Daemin's half-purr. He would not admit that it thrilled him.Ever. "It sounds fine. What is the party for?" he asked, stretching to readjust the sleeves of his clean shirt and sliding out of bed. He covered a yawn with one hand, staring around the room through dark eyes, and shook back a strand of golden hair. Maybe he should have it cut.... it was always getting in the way, but then, Youngjae did so love his blonde hair. "Is it the Lady's birthday or something?"