"I would be glad to see to it then, sir." Grace offered a pleasant smile and a nod. She turned her attentions away from the flowers. Her master hadn't use of a daylight amulet like the one Master Quincy had worn. She assumed it to be by choice as he certainly seemed wealthy and influential enough to have acquired one on his own, but she thought better than to pry about it. She wasn't on familiar enough ground with Lord Carrick to ask such things, especially given her position.
Her outward demeanor betrayed none of the mental notes she was inwardly jotting down, and she moved from the roses she'd been admiring to sit beside her new master on the bench. She kept her back straight at her legs together, folding her hands in her lap to maintain a dignified posture. Even little things like that were of great importance, Grace had been taught.
"I should hope you do not find the tale dull, my lord," she prefaced her words with a small laugh. "I was raised in the household of Master Jonathan Quincy, the result of a personal breeding project of his. Master Quincy wished for me to learn to read and write, for which I shall be eternally grateful, and even personally educated me himself on occasion. I enjoyed lessons in the arts particularly. I'm quite familiar with most forms of ballroom dance, and I can play the harp as well. Though I doubt I'd match your wits, Master Quincy found me a semi-formidable chess opponent from time to time, as well." Tilting her head to the side slightly, Grace regarded her master with a smile. "Is there in anything in particular you should be curious about, Master?"