He was always happy when an Englishman attempted his name. It came out sounding a lot more...exotic then it was. Smiling, he followed the boy down the corridor to his room.
Smiling, he nodded. "Thank you for inviting me to your room, love." Good manners at all times. That was the important thing. Even if it seemed out of place, he didn't care. He wouldn't betray his mother's memory by losing his manners.
"After all, privacy is a good thing, isn't it?" Stepping into the room, he waited for the young man to walk in. Even though he was paying for the pleasure of his company, he wanted to let the younger man know that he was valued and his space was just that...his.