Penelope might have waited to hear the girls response, had not moments later the butler chimed in once again. This time, she moved to close the space in between them, and turned her full attentive gaze towards him. He was rather young looking, more so than one would expect for a butler in a place like this. She'd imagined a more fitting appearance would have been the old, rail thin, gray haired, British man, whom appeared as if forced by nature, to be the butler in every single home that was older than a century, larger than an a few acres, or just mysterious enough to call for an equally mysterious, almost creepy, head of wait staff. But it didn't matter. This young man was, at least in appearance, not much older or younger than the group, and had he not been in uniform, could have fit in with them somewhat well. She hadn't heard his name yet, but she imagined as much as he already differed from the average butler archetype, he probably wasn't named "Giles" or "Jeeves" or anything of the sort, but it was still rather amusing to ponder at. Either way, she was admittedly somewhat excited to see what would be in store for them, probably because she hadn't understood his second sinister play on words once again, and as she waited for the others to ready their things, she made almost a sort of game for herself out of guessing what the man's moniker might be. She swished the wine in her glass every so often, in between sips, and mentally began compiling a list. The first she threw out was Sebastian, which she took back almost immediately, noting to herself that it had also been the name of a more or less creepy butler she'd seen in some sort of literature before. But maybe she was on the right track. Sebastian had at the very least, been younger than the average butler too. Her mind trailed off then, into a slew of ridiculous scenarios as she waited, mostly because, as she recalled further, Sebastian only [i]looked[i] to be younger in whatever it was she'd been watching or reading, in reality, he was actually quite old. An audible laugh and murmur of words escaped her then, as she recalled the story in it's entirety for the first time. "He was a demon, wasn't he?"