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Tanzy jumped as Bishop entered, watching cautiously as he came up and addressed Anise, not a shred of interest directed towards her. That was all well and good, but she still worried about Anise. Thankfully, Anise so far seemed to be handling the situation much better than before. Waving farewell to the maid, Tanzy resumed cleaning the closet, deciding mentally to do the floors next, since Anise had so kindly helped her finish the dusting. She began to hum as she worked, getting into a steady rhythm.
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Bishop headed towards his quarters, able to feel the fear radiating off of Anise as he led her down the halls. He did notice the significant change in how she was handling her fear, the ebony haired girl keeping her composure and not hiding in debilitating terror. Good girl. Bishop was pleased she had some backbone. He liked the fear, but it would've been no fun to have a maid who was too scared to do anything or even talk to him. She was scared, but not running,and that's all he needed.
Nodding in confirmation as Anise apologized and recognized how silly her question had been, the male glanced over his shoulder to see her fair cheeks burned a lovely shade of red in embarrassment. Chuckling slightly, he turned away to hide his grin. She was so innocent and precious. He could feel and see her struggle with the new term, only amusing him more.

"Good girl. I like that you learn quickly. Unlike your sister.." Bishop scowled for a moment, but then shrugged the thought of destroying Alice aside. Even he wasn't about to deliberately go against his eldest brother.

Upon reaching his quarters, Bishop gestured Anise to go inside. Despite saying he didn't need to feed yet, he couldn't help but linger his gaze upon Anise's fair, tender looking neck. He licked his fangs lightly, managing to control himself. So long as she didn't run from him, he wouldn't lose himself.

"Now then, let's have you clean my room for me. You may start with the bookshelf and then work on fixing a few buttons and tears in my clothes." he decided, slinking into a chair as he pulled off his coat, draping it oer the back of another armchair.