"That's my job, Master Aleksi," Ethan informed him with a cordial smile. "To mind after my Suit." One which was far more taxing than it appeared, God knew. Ethan had never felt more like a babysitter in his entire life.

He pushed away from the counter and reached for his empty tea mug again. Handing it to the lad, he invited, "Bring up a service when you're finished here, if you would."