Mathias had to think about how to answer that question. How Ryleigh dressed. On several occasions, he had the opportunity to see a wide variety of women. Some were caked in so much make up, he wondered how they weren't drowning in said chemicals. Conversely, there were those who wore very little make up by reminded him of the various articles he read on the greek gods. It was said that the daughters of Venus were amongst the most beautiful in the mortal lands. A good comparison. 

He shook his head slightly. "It's the facts, if you wish to not feel out of place," he said. "...I too hold very little favor for women who flaunt with adulterous intent. Your attire is both practical and fashionable. Take that as you will. I will be gone for just a moment then. I suppose you're also growing tired of this suit. When I'm gone, don't go near the windows, go outside, or accept the company of anyone you do not know personally. Not even the guards. Do you understand?"

His pants pocket vibrated. "Excuse me," he said as he stepped away and answered the call. "Yes?"

"Little brother," came the deep voice of his brother Jackson. He frowned. He hated the Jackson's very demeanor. They had been competing against one another since they were little. Cockiness tested his reserved nature. "How's babysitting the princess? Tea parties yet?"

"Did you deliver what I inquired?"

"Why so terse? I imagine you have time. You were always so quick with delivering death. Why this must be a change entirely."

"The package."

A sign came from the other side of the line. "The delivery has been made. Of course it wasn't cleared by the guards. Those ex-military aren't the most attentive of bunch, are they?"

"I'll be in touch if anything else if further required." Mathias ended the call. "I shall be back momentarily."

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A little more than two hours had passed since Mathias left his charge. It was a great window for something to happen to Ryleigh, but he made preparations for his absence. As he walked the wing of where her room was, he had placed motion sensors nearest her door positioned in a way that they'd only be tripped if someone went in or out. Video feed was then sent to his wrist monitor. A terrible fail safe, but it'd suffice for now. 

He had finished installing the security package in every vantage point that looked into Ryleigh's room. If someone did climb up, tiny packets of gas would be released rendering them unconscious. The goal was to reach the hostile and interrogate. It was crude, inhumane, but that was how the assassin operated. When he acquired the information or rendered the acquisition impossible, he'd dispose of the person. Thus, information and safety satisfied. Kill two birds with one stone. 

He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans blue faded jeans, a long sleeved black shirt that hugged his toned muscles, and a pair of sneakers that matched his overall attire. He was enjoying the liberation from the business professional suit as he walked back into the house. Climbing the stairs, he checked to make sure his knife and concealed firearm was with him and the integration of the various equipments monitoring feed into his phone was working properly. 

He knocked on Ryleigh's door. "Ms. Anderson," he said. "It's ..."

How was he to introduce himself? Matt? Mathias? Raines? Your bodyguard? He sighed. He didn't know. This was all relatively new to him.

"It's Matt, may I come in?"