At his name, Claude looked at Rose. What was she doing here? In a man’s home? After dark? What was she thinking? 

His attention was pulled back to the door as the said man of the house opened the door. Claude couldn’t help the blush that reappeared at the question but at least he wasn’t dropping longs again. “No sir, not this time” he replied with a light, ever so playful smile. “I couldn’t find the Butler.”