"Esmeralda, is it?" It was a little infuriating to think that he couldn't even keep the portraits in line - but then, how he was supposed to threaten someone who had already died, he didn't know. "We'll have to have a word. I thought I'd made myself more clear." He rolled his eyes, not really as annoyed as he might have been. Things were rarely secret here for long. "If you could exercise a little more discretion than she has, I would be very grateful." He didn't touch on anyone else who might have been in the bathroom. He drank his wine, wondering why he'd taken them on in the first place. Weakness, sheer weakness.