It was... a little puzzling to him that he was asking follow up questions when his bath was so close to being fully drawn. Calvin had assumed he would've been dismissed by now, but he let the tub fill a little past the point he usually filled it, until finally leaning over and spun the tap to turn it off, the honeysuckle scent still sweet and thick in the air.
"He was..." he smiled a little. "Very funny, sir. Peter was his name. Robor Peter Morgan. He could've been one of the best stage actors in Aurelle, if the gods hadn't called him. He was Gifted, too. Premonition. Though he never outright told us that his Gift was the reason he joined the Church, I wouldn't have doubted it."
He stood up then, careful in the way he moved, trying to keep the master only in the corner of his eye. "I believe this is ready, sir." He gestured to the bath. A long pause passed and then he said, softly, "would you... like me to stay outside the door and talk to you?"