[Honey]

The thoughts that first penetrated his mind upon entering the lavish manor was the sheer beauty the foyer held. Every drapery or textile that decorated the walls complemented with the colors hiding deep in the woods that made up both the floor and the stairs, and the amount of intricacy was astounding. Though, even his attention was pulled away from the room as both the duke and duchess joined him and his handmaid. Offering the each of them a deep curtsy, he was rewarded with dips of lesser depth, though just as equal respect before they immediately spun off into questioning. At first their inquiries were simple and habitual, and he could answer them himself, but as they progressed he required the help of his maid, who picked up the questioning in stride. Given the brief period of freedom from conversation, the marquess decided to all his gaze to wander 'round the room to further take in the details. Eyes gazing along the rich wood and dark stones that made the walls and floor of the foyer, he could feel a small smile playing at the corner of his lips, though it was quickly suppressed. Continuing on to follow the rotund shape of the stairs, eyes taking in the elaborate details of the warm wood, his sights were interrupted at the head of the stairs, a single foot sticking into his path of sight. Lifting his gaze along the couture of the wall, the marquess paused only when the onlooker's face came into view. Peering back with a look of curiosity and piqued interest, he couldn't help trying to recall where he'd seen the man before.