Philip saw Amy's smile and internally flinched. That false smile; he was used to seeing that specific gesture. He was royalty after all; it was a needed skill to learn when someone practiced ill faith. Still, he couldn't help but feel saddened when he realized Amy didn't find his home too appealing. And when she started talking about investments and the like...he frowned for the slightest of moments. However, he kept up his own smile before she could notice his disappointment.

"Ah, sorry about that! It's just...I hear a lot about that stuff from my family so...ah, what was I thinking! Don't listen to me!" He waved his hands around in an embarrassed manner, trying to pass the whole thing off as a joke. "Ha, don't worry about it! When I said something fun...I meant maybe watch some T.V. or play some games...but that wouldn't be professional, huh? Heh, sorry to bother you again. You're just here for the pay so just ignore my crazy ideas! I'll, uh, leave you to your job then." Suddenly quiet, Phillip flashed another half-smile to his maid before climbing up the stairs.

"Your room is two hallways to the left," he called out, before trudging back to his own chambers. Finally alone, Phillip sighed deeply before staring at the massive ceiling above him. "What the hell were you saying Phillip? Of course she needs to work...dad's always saying that people need to earn their luxuries. There's no goofing off in the real world. Remember?" He smiled sadly to no one in particular as he touched the eyepatch around his face wistfully. It was a repeated process, and really that was the whole point of even investing in this mansion. He wanted to escape the strict nature of his blood kin. Too bad it didn't get him any far. "Well, at least she's competent for the both of us I guess....I forgot to tell her what I wanted for dinner. Eh...she can make whatever."

Suddenly feeling dejected, he entered his own bedroom and sealed the doors behind him.