Raoul was hesitant to meet with his brother. He could, indeed, tell from the tone of the message that Philippe was displeased with him - Raoul could not understand why, it was not as if he were still a child, chasing scarves into the sea for the glory of a young girl's smile. He had (a bit) more sense than that now.
(There was something about this that felt, in a way, unnatural - like he should be the one doing the scolding, like he had been in this position before, an elder with more experience, trying to guide someone younger and impressionable. But there was also a part that felt that this was perfectly normal, could almost hear someone shouting at him for distraction, for slacking, you lazybones - )
Time to face the music. How appropriate after the opera last night? Raoul knocked on the door and waited to be admitted, then opened the door. "You wished to speak to me, brother?"