Alcuin was fairly certain the news would hurt his master no matter how timely or tactful she was in letting him know, but he was also positive that he would rather not be the one to have to slip the knife between his ribs. Did that make him disloyal? Selfish? Perhaps it did and he would punished for it at a later date, or perhaps his master would understand his dilemma and take pity on him. Either way, it remained to be seen because his mind was already made up on the matter. Anafiel had trained him all too well.
“It is not my place to meddle in my master's affairs. Scott loves and respects you – and so I will follow in his footsteps and respect your wishes,” his smile was a colorless thing. “but he cannot know that we have spoken to each other. He will know if I tell a lie, thus it would be best to avoid the subject altogether.”
While he was reasonably confident in his ability to handle the situation at hand if things were to go awry, he found himself significantly less confident in his ability to make his master happy. Scott had yet to show much interest in an intimate relationship with him, which led him to believe that perhaps his master was more interested in having a trusted confidante than another lover. If he had the right of it, he would simply have to be satisfied with that. “I will try – you have my word that I will try to make him happy.” Alcuin could always try – trying was, after all, the only thing he could do.