Isaak bowed courtly and then straightened his position. It was odd to not smoke but he had quit his cigars on Caterina’s presence. He always felt like lighting one around Cain. “She’s finishing alone, Mein Herr,” explained Isaak, amused. “A lady’s prerogative.”

He sensed the door opening before Caterina announced her very presence but he pretended to only react to her voice. He glanced at her quickly for mere curiosity to avoid any lecherous misunderstanding. The black ribbons suited her.

“Kitchen is over there,” he motioned to his right. “You will have the domain of it by yourself, Duchess. I purchased all the supplies you requested as well.” He grinned, shamelessly. “Good luck in your task, Eisendame.”