He shifted the house coat so he could sit on the floor. Holding a hand back to flippantly wave the men away. Having pretty much in charge of the servants of the summer house he didn't always speak. Sometimes just a flip of a hand or a nod would be all he gave. Sitting with his knees pulled up now he looked at her.

"Why is that?" He asked, these rare moments of clarity were moments he cherished. When he could speak to people and not feel like everyone was watching him. "Come come, walk with me. There is a world to explore besides this old yacht." It definitely wasn't a yacht.

He shifted forward so his chest was against his knees and held a hand out. "My name is Kelsey."