And Kell's stepped on someone's toes. Ah, well. More surprising it hadn't happened earlier, with his record. The comment about being less whiny had his nose scrunching up in confusion, but he couldn't see a reason to keep poking at that wound. Was he blunt? Yes. Was he actively antagonistic? N-...If the situation called for it. Which this didn't. But, good news, she seemed to be up for having him continue to tag along regardless, so he didn't say anything about her ruffled feathers, instead deciding to go with his normal approach: forget it an move on. He took two seconds to make sure they were the only ones in the hall, and that to see if he could hear anything from the sitting room - but, Ceddon bless, looked like they were in luck, as everything was quiet around them, outside of the general sounds of people just. Living in the same space.
That settled, he slipped after her, more than happy to let her lead. He kept an eye out while she picked the lock - not because he thought she needed it, clearly, but because what else was he going to do other than watch her or watch the path? He peeked over her shoulder in the doorway. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the inside of the conservatory, not by a longshot, but it was the first time he'd seen it at night with human eyes. He had to admit - it looked stunning, he'd give Master Rosier that.
If he really thought about it, he could appreciate that his employer had such a hands-on, down to earth hobby. It was nice to see someone duck down into the earth and enjoy themselves sometimes, regardless of their station in life. But, at the same time, this seemed...really fiddly. And really delicate. He could appreciate the results, sure but...well. This is why he never stopped to think about it much - his interest ran out about there.