As the door opened, Claude wasn't all that surprised to find the owner of the house behind it. Did the Butler do any work at all? Probably got paid well for it as well... Yet the lack of the Butler was hardly a disappointment as his eyes traced down the mans body admiring it, the greeting the only reason he realised he was doing so at all.

Claude's eyes shot back up and he managed to hide the flinch.

"Mister Longbottom is my father, Mister Meijer. Claude is fine sir" he responded with a light rub of the neck.

Small town... That made it okay to ask around.

Right?

"What needs working on Sir?"