( it shouldn't be a surprise that, after so many months here, wriothesley's already been hard at work. he's always been resourceful, proactive. and it's with no small amount of interest that neuvillette sets down his teacup with a small clink and quietly follows wriothesley through the short hallway of his suite and towards the master bedroom.

as with his office in meropide, the signs of a life lived are present here as well. the prints on the wall, the waters outside the window, the knick-knacks and parts that scatter across the suite as a whole. neuvillette takes his time in looking, head slowly turning this way and that, though he is careful not to touch anything, keeping his hands to himself.

the mention of secrets has a smile ghosting across his face. )

Dear Sigewinne, it seems our mutual acquaintance the Duke has stumbled across yet another secret he's unable to solve.

( the words are quiet, recited more to himself than anything else. an unpenned letter never to be sent. )

Though I suppose it's just Wriothesley here, as I am simply Neuvillette.

( the role of iudex means nothing here, just as the fortress of meropide is simply another name of a place to be passed around. there seems to be little use for formalities in a place that incentivizes intimacy on a regular basis. although—he cocks his to one side, a slight upward raise of one eyebrow in question. )

Unless you still request that others refer to you as 'Your Grace'.

( for that thing they call 'roleplay'. )