[ Indeed, 'his' tones soon surface. Utterly bland and unremarkable. Quietly, steadily inquiring from the other two. And then, after a response from the servant, silence. Only the quiet sound of footsteps in the hallway provide warning before the door swings open - and Simon Illyan himself stands in the doorway. ]
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Bel Thorne. Good morning.
[ Hopefully you're not naked. ]