Hermes considered that for a long moment. No, he didn't have to call Russell sire, but he had done so deliberately to make absolutely clear that more than just master and slave separated their positions. "As it pleases you, sir."
He looked pointedly at the werewolf, changing the subject abruptly. "Really, though, I get my toes all pretty and you can't even bother to say anything? I can't believe I work so hard to look good for people who don't even notice." His eyes rolled dramatically, playfully before he hopped smoothly off the door to stand next to the behemoth of a man. "Walk with me?" he asked. If Russ was going to perhaps get a bit more growly than he should as Hermes continued to evade talking about the tension he knew was radiating off of him it was best done somewhere other than in front of the horses.