♚ ( @fatal-fleur || sc )
“Good afternoon, madame.” Be it a bit of habit from the subtle knowledge of the woman’s daughter who had frequented the common place between the two elites, Siebold could not help but address her as if she were a married woman. He did not catch it this time around, and simply continues on to pour a glass of wine from a bottle fetched from the cellar. It was a long day, and Siebold could easily sense this in Malva : being pulled from her other job into this meeting, supposedly.
Being himself, he ran about with what many perceived as hospitality that ran in his blood like this expensive wine. A lie, as he despised being surrounded by those who would be considered his ‘equal’, only appearing so generous if it would benefit him. Being in good graces with the others through these subtleties is not uncommon. “How are you fairing?”
