Bush had little to do with his time, so it wasn't odd that he would wander down to the kitchen in search of something to drink. He'd like some rum, but Horatio didn't approve of drunkenness, so coffee would do.
He glanced at the two boys when he walked in, almost dismissing them completely before he realized one of them was Arthur. Even if they weren't friendly, protocol demanded that he pay his respects. He crossed the room and gave the slightest of bows. "Your Highness," he said softly.