Pierce heard the door open and assuming it was the boy he had sent for, didn't bother to look up from the book he was looking over at his desk. From the way it sounded, the boy had been running in order to obey his summons as quickly as possible. The ghost of a grin flashed on his face for a moment before he composed himself and let it fade where his face was a perfect blank expression once more. Finishing the paragraph he was on, Pierce marked his place with the lace edged bookmark he had put to the side. He turned towards the door and looked over the servant as he was still bent over. Hmm a little scrawny, but he'll do.

"Boy it would do better for the both of us if the door were closed instead of being left open." Pierce said this in a flat cold way. He wanted to see what the reaction would be to his words. He continued to watch the boy as he settled himself into a velvet lined chair over by the fireplace. Pierce propped himself up with his hand, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair. The fire made his eyes seem to glow in the dim light.

He almost regretted asking what this servants name was, but that would be unseemly for a prince to ask the name of one of the lower stationed servants and appearances had to be kept after all. Behind closed doors however, well that was quite different. He still had to be on his guard for ease droppers, but for the most part his privacy in his rooms was kept that way. Private.