Albinus shrugged. "Luck, I suppose. Someone must have decided to for once help my fortune," Albinus failed to feign apathy. He attempted to look as though he hadn't at all been flustered with his calm, smooth speaking, though betrayed himself in casting his eyes down and pulling his collar up to rub a very sore neck, which now gave him even greater trouble. Albinus too found himself glad to see Haydn. Already he felt a small tinge of gratitude at the tiny bits of kindness shown to him and already he found himself tasting the pangs of guilt that would come if Livianus ever took that kindness from Haydn. "It's almost time for your meal. Master Livianus would like to dine with you."