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Lord Aldevan sits back, blowing into his hands, his brow furrowing. "You wish me to look into the affairs of my mother's commissions. You know how dangerous that is."

Baker nods. "Again, I was hoping to speak to Allison today."

"Again, that shall not be happening," Lord Aldevan says, lifting an empty glass to his maid, Matilda.

She takes it from him, casually squirting her milk as he continues his thoughts.

"Mother had many strange proclivities. They resulted in a few strange situations. My sister's birth… your creation…" he takes the glass of ice-cooled milk to his lips. Sighing, he swirls the drink and stares Baker straight into the eye. "Her death."

Baker grips onto his pants tightly. "A tragedy, to be sure."

"A farce," Lord Aldevan says, picking himself up and walking toward the window. He pulls the blinds aside and stares down into the courtyard. "Always a thrill-seeker, that woman, even to the point of hiring an assassin on herself. It's disgraceful." He slams the cup on the mantle, shaking his head. "It required the greatest lawyer in Anteronia to ensure we didn't lose everything."

Baker is silent momentarily, letting the room cool down before adding, “You could tell me about this lawyer. I need one."

Lord Aldevan scoffs, snapping his fingers.

Matilda scampers up to him, and he grabs her by the waist, pulling her in, sliding his hand down between her legs, fingers petting at her petal.

She sighs and squirms in his touch, and he looks away from her and to Baker. "Perhaps I could give you the name as a final finger to that woman and the trouble she's caused my family." As he says this, he leans in, kissing the nape of Matilda’s neck, making her squirm and blush.

"Perhaps so," says Baker, standing up. "But I still want to know about the golemancer who brought me to life, the wood carver who made my original model, or anything about where I come from."

Lord Aldevan sighs, pulling his fingers away from Matilda and gently letting her go. He briefly considers his stained fingers, rubs them, sniffs the air, and places his hand behind his back. “I could have someone snoop around the records if you desire.”

"Thank you, and I—"

Lord Aldevan holds his unjuiced hand, shaking his head. "But I shall contact my lawyer before we can discuss anything.”

"I can wait. I can pay for their services as well."

"Heh…" Lord Aldevan's smirk quirks at the corner of his lip. "Persistent, aren't you? I suppose that's the truth about someone who does not need rest and cannot tire. Very well. You can entertain yourself with the maid."

"I appreciate it," Baker says, nodding. "I'd like to spend the time waiting in the gallery."

"Of course you would." He motions to Matilda. "Now, if you excuse me, I have the preparations to make."

Matilda approaches Baker, nodding her head. "Follow me, please."

The two head down the large and echoing halls, the silence of their footsteps only broken when Baker speaks. "The last time I was here, it was so loud and filled with many writhing bodies. I'd imagine hosting that masquerade ball was quite an endeavor."

"I wasn't here when that was hosted," Matilda said. "But, I've heard stories." She stops at the doorway that Baker is all too familiar with. "Would that be all, sir?"

"I am curious," the baker replies, stepping on the opposite side of the portal and looking her into her eyes. What a woman like you desires in this world."

She frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Surely, even the most depraved of minds cannot conceive their lives fully devoted to their desires."

She shakes her head. "There are probably many things you do not know, sir Baker."

Baker frowns at that. "And what makes you say that?"

"If you pardon my speaking out of turn, I could explain more…"

"Go right ahead."

"I understand that golems do not have the same life experience as anyone else. Aoc’s grace does not protect you. You do not know what it means to grow, not like those natural born are."

"That's perhaps the nicest way someone's brought up my nature today," he says, grabbing the handle. I shall wait here in silence. There's no need to accompany me."

She places her hand upon the back of his, steps up to him, and presses her warm body against his arm. "What if I wish to spend my time serving you while you wait?"

"Let me guess… you'd rather be with me than Lord Aldevan."

"I adore Lord Aldevan," she admits, a hand on his back, her breasts squished against him. "But I wish to make you happy… that is why I serve."

He chuckles softly. Well, that's certainly a new outcome," he admits. Come on, Darling, let's discuss this in the gallery. Shall I compare you to the works of art within?"

"You don't need to flatter me, sir Baker. I'm already ready."

He places his hand upon her rear and leads her in, closing the door behind them.