"What are you doing, Harold? Is there something you can't reach?"
Harold sat up upon hearing Xavier's voice. "Welcome home, Lord Blackthorn. I was tidying the room."
Xavier quickly unbuttoned his shirt to dispose of it before Selene found him. Isaac's shirt did not suit him so Sleene was bound to know something was off. "I see that. You are quite low today. Is there something under the bed that catches your interest?"
"There are boxes, Milord. They are placed in an order that isn't pleasing to the eye. If I could simply arrange them better," Harold said as then he would be able to relax. How could they just be thrown around without some order to it?
"Boxes? It must be Selene's doing. I hope you haven't ruined a surprise for me. Be quick to arrange them so it doesn't bother you all day and then leave them before Selene finds out you troubled them. Are you certain there isn't a cure for your obsession for everything to be in order?" Xavier asked, willing to pay for the solution.
