The room had such a calm aura about it. Both the Bellhop and the Lady’s servant were on the bed, talking casually with a cup of tea in hand. They spoke of many things. Life on the Maw, the selfishness of the guests, the cruelness of the Lady…
But then, the girl brought up a question that the tall wax man never expected.
“Your face…is it real, or is it a mask?”
He was quiet. It was almost too odd for the servant. She hoped that she didn’t offend him. He was so polite, and so kind to her as well. She looked up to him and admired him for how humble and caring he was. She would hate to hurt him in any manner for all he’d done for her.
“I’d prefer not to answer.”
His response was so blunt. She was so unsettled.
So, to ease the sudden tension in the room, she started to change the subject.
“…lets talk about something else, then.”
She smiled up at him when she said it, and her smile made him feel loads better. He nodded in agreement and smiled to himself.
“Alright, dear~ So, do you like certain clothing? Do you enjoy, well, shopping and such?”
And to his surprise, the servant grimaced slightly,
“I hate fashion.”