Having been dusting off the china in the cupboard, Sebastian jumped when he heard his name being called followed by the usual bell. It took a lot of skill and a smig of luck for him not to drop the plate he was holding. Gently, he placed the plate back into it's place and shut the door. Quietly, he straightened his uniform as he briskly walked over to Cassandra's room. 

He stood at the doorway, his hands held at his waist, the towel he'd been using to wipe with draped over his arm carefully. [b]"Yes, Mistress?"[/b] He asked, his voice smooth and measured. He looked around the room to see a broken vase and picture frame. Sighing, he walked over and began picking it up, careful not to cut himself. [b]"You really should be more careful, Ma'am. This is third vase you've broken in the past week."[/b] He spoke, his eyes focused on the task at hand.