People were rushing around the puddle, desperately soaking it up, with rags, mops - even their clothes.
It truly was astonishing, the manner people instated when Royalty was about.
Glancing around again, he looked at Lillian.
"If anyone touches you, or the violin, show them the gun, oui?"
She nodded, and placed her hand on the pistol at her hip, turning her gaze to the commotion, as Perrot sauntered towards the puddle.
Soon, he found Stephen.
"You can allow your watstaff to return to their posts..."
"Save you breath..." he snapped back, and then quickly regained his smirk. "Dont berate yourself further, oui? You have a job, mon ami..." He chuckled. After a few seconds, Stephen laughed, too.
Leaning back on the bar, he glanced back to Lillian.