The butler? "Mm," Viola hummed softly, taking in this information. Her face flickered back into solidity as Millie nipped at her fingers, and she stroked under the cat's chin before phasing her hand back through the carrier to lace her fingers together on her lap. Even in the car, she sat like a lady, spine straight, ankle primly together.
"And how... Aurellian is this... relationship, do you think?" She said it lightly, carefully. The pressing on the word Aurellian was mild, enough to make clear what she meant (she hoped), though without the whine of judgment she might've heard in the voices of her peers.