Christopher strutted into the Larkins' house, a lazy smile rested on his face as a form of greetings to the maids who were squealing and smiling at him as he walked by. 

"Mr Lancaster," the head butler greeted, and Christopher flinched. 

"Stop popping out on people out of nowhere, James. It's creepy." 

"It's Master Brown, Christopher. I've been saying this for over 30 years now," 

Christopher smiled mischievously and shrugged, James was easily riled up by what he deems as inappropriate ...