Villiers is quiet; but not too quiet. He was never trained in the arts of being perfect and butler-like, after all, but only gained an aide's discretion and unobtrusiveness over time. Skills designed for offices, not for grassy fields in Kansas.

He drops to a comfortable sitting position, settling for only a moment before arms come around to tug Imriel into a hug from behind, chin settling quickly at a shoulder.

It's a completely natural move. Instinctive, almost. And very, very affectionate.

"...hello," he says warmly.