He knew better than to think that she did not hear him. He had yelled loud enough for his voice to travel. He'd gotten the desired effect and she had ignored him for using her given name. He knew she only responded to Trouble and that was what made it so fun to use her given name. Of course he was being a hypocrite considering he rarely ever used Ottoman, because honestly? What kind of name was Ottoman? Otto was so much better and at least sounded decent.
As he got closer to her he walked under one of the large shade trees the castle grounds offered and hear an odd sound. He started to look up and before he knew what was happening a bucket had hit his head and he was all wet. And not in the good way that he tended to enjoy. He sputtered as he swiped his hand across his eyes and flipped his hair back. He glared over as Trouble walked over. He wasn't mad, as a matter of fact it was funny as heck, but he had appearances to keep up.
"Yes, I gathered as much considering the water is running down my back onto my ass, thanks," he said shaking his head and trying to get water on her but failing because he'd already managed to shake most of it off. "Here I am, coming out of the goodness of my heart and you're busy playing tricks on me. I'm wounded, trouble. Absolutely wounded." He tried his best to give her a mournful look but just couldn't keep it up and burst out laughing.