His Lordship stares down at his paperwork, his eyes unseeing. By this time of morning, he would have usually summoned Drumknott to organize his efforts for the day. And yet, he hesitates. He is confused; he dislikes the experience immensely. He rarely had doubts about what he was doing. But Rufus... what kind of game was the man playing? He smiles slightly. I'll let him play his game, he decides silently. This has the potential to be... interesting. A worthy opponent, for once.