"I'm not good at responsibility.. my only pet died. I'll make sure that doesn't happen to you though, okay deary~?" floated out his next words, a playful wink and snicker accompanying the tone. With eyes widening, a mild shock reflecting in their depths, the maid’s mouth dropped, an appalled air dispelled from her. Quickly regaining her composure, Alice allowed for a ‘tch’ to surface from it’s confines, a mutter soon following the agitated noise. ”My..isn’t that….comforting..?” mused her response from under her breath, the syllables soaked in contempt and annoyed worry. However, those negative emotions were soon replaced with a small flash of fear seeing the new look creep into his gaze, a possessively-feral gleam. Breath hitching, Alice nearly died from fright when laughter erupted from her question, that fear soon replaced with anger.
"You're a woman who doesn't know how to dust!?" rang out his disbelief, the lingering sense of mocking chilling the air. Eyes narrowing, that rose deepening, the eldest gave a huff of indignation before sending a spiteful glance down at the floor-ridden Demetri. ”Well, I’m sorry that you’re stuck with the most useless person in this bloody house! It’s not my fault that I was raised by a single father and the rest of the military base! ‘Womanly’ duties weren’t a concern of mine… staying alive and learning how to fight, that was what was important…” came her reply, the voice trailing off towards the end of her outburst, a faint look of fond reminiscing crossing her features once more. However, that trance was soon broken as realization of what she had just said sunk in, that she revealed a sense of insecurity. Biting her lower lip, frustration quite clear, Alice returned her gaze back to the window and waited until her ‘master’ was done having his fit.
"Alright, alright.. I'm sorry.. You take this and gently brush it back and forth above every solid surface, except the floor until all the dust comes off... Examples being; Wardrobes, dressers, tables, chairs, bed frames. Not the bed itself, but you get the idea..Easy, right?" Snickered out his instructions, his hand smoothly guiding her own through the actions. Eyes widening then narrowing at the contact, she was about to push him away..but she never got to. As if reading her actions, Demetri gracefully spun away from Alice’s danger zone, already knowing the effects of getting too close. With a slight smirk playing on her lips, attention on the duster, the maid finally managed out a small thank you. A few seconds passed before she stopped, eyes retaining a narrowed suspicion. ”When you said I need to ‘act the part’..does that mean I have to wear that wretched uniform again?”