It was me who finally broke the silence.
"I'm so sorry about Gus," I said.
"No, it is fine. I understand. Though there are two doors going in and out of the servants room. You can just lock the one that connects your rooms. I did mention that to him, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did." I was blushing again and had to put my teacup down to hide my face. "Ugh, I could strangle him right now."
"Rest assured, I don't, um, suppose anything of that. I do know your relationship."
I sighed. "I've never met a teenager so insistent on being treated like an adult."
"That aside, even if he doesn't see you as a mother, a relationship between master and apprentice doesn't allow such, um, romantic possibilities?"
I didn't want to talk about this anymore. I didn't want to think about it either. So I fell into another round of thanks to Roman, which he brushed off with the same well-bred grace and a reminder of how thankful he was, as well as how happy he was to have me working at the estate.