Swinging down from the saddle, he handed the reins to a stable boy. It had been too long this time; it was getting tedious, hiding the extent of Lacie's disappearances from Oswald. Only he knew that Oswald would worry about her, drag himself from his duties to search for her and Revis would rather he didn't. After all, there was no need for him to get het up simply because of her whims. The girl in question had already been escorted inside with mock stern words. She would do it again, he knew she would, but that was a matter for that time and not right now. No, right now he had somewhere else to be.
The clack of heels faded to a softer sound as he went from the steps to the carpeted hallways of the upper floors. Knowing that, given the late hour, even Oswald would be in bed by now… only perhaps not sleeping. Gloved fingers rapped gently on the door to his room as the Duke waited for him to answer.
He was admitted by a somewhat sleep-ruffled Oswald; Hair mussed and dressed only in a slightly crinkled nightshirt. "M-Master… You've been gone awhile." He looked down, almost a little flushed as if his comment had given away something he had not meant to. It seemed to Revis that his servant had missed him. Well, that wasn't a bad thing in his mind. In fact, he found it almost… heart warming. A queer thought in itself.
Stepping into the room, he closed the door behind him with a soft click and unwound his cloak. "I apologise. Could it be that you missed me, Oswald?" He cocked his head, a mischievous smile at his own taunt. The noirette had already moved to crawl back into bed; Revis followed suit. Shedding the rest of his outer clothing until only his shirt, being long enough to cover him, remained. He settled there, letting Oswald curl up against him, head on his chest. It was an unspoken thing, their relationship, for the most part. A finger tilted Oswald's head upward so that he could press their lips together before releasing him. It wasn't long before the other man's breathing became deep and even. This may not have been rough passion, unbidden lust and desire, but it was something… almost sweet. Closing his own eyes, he allowed sleep to grasp him too, anticipating a morning that was bound to start his day on a pleasurable note.