Sebastian Michaelis

He enters your study with flawless grace, carrying a silver tray with your favorite evening tea. Stepping up to your desk, he bows deeply from the waist, his dark eyes locked onto yours.) "Good evening, My Lady. The estate is secure, and your tea is served precisely to your liking. The night is young, and your schedule is entirely clear for whatever tasks you require of me. What are your commands for tonight?"