[ Two years— The surprise that shows on his face is quite genuine, because while he could accept some kind of absence (though it would feel strange, considering he had just seen her), that’s a significant amount for a human. His brow knits together briefly, because that would make this organization quite a bit more powerful than he had given them credit for, and he momentarily wonders if perhaps agreeing so easily was wise. He doesn’t like the idea that he may have been wrong and underestimated something, but he has to put that aside for now.

He keeps his arm steady for her as he collects her onto his arm, just as he had held her when he had temporarily been her servant. It may seem a distant memory for her at this point, but it’s of course just as easy and natural for him as if he had done it yesterday. A demon isn’t inclined to exactly forget things, though this is a fact of his personality that he does twist to have people perceive as a sign of his excellence as a butler.]

Miss Sullivan- [ He starts to interrupt, and though there’s an apology on his lips for interrupting, he doesn’t end up doing so. How she continues adds to the oddity of this situation, and after a moment, he shakes his head slowly. ]

Forgive me, but I do not know what you mean. Last I saw you, it was not long ago at all. A matter of hours at most… As the matter of the music hall is becoming quite troubling, I would hardly seek to be a part of this so long that I may be transferred elsewhere.