Pagan vs. Heero
Pagan was actually a great deal younger than he looked. He had gone grey at a young age, which had helped him advance from the position of footman to butler when he was still in his late thirties. When he had accompanied the baby Relena from the Peacecrafts to the Dorlians, her new parents mistook him for a man quite older, and he had never bothered correcting them. Indeed, he now took great pleasure in giving people the false impression of an aging octogenarian. There is just so much one can do under the cover of age.
Which was why he was now sneaking down the unlit hallway, conspicuously in his night clothes, as the moon shone high in the night sky, intending to "innocently interrupt" one Heero Yuy as he was creeping himself toward the direction of Relena's bed chambers. After all, Pagan thought of Relena as his own granddaughter, and no self-respecting grandfather would let a young man sneak into his granddaughter's bedroom, regardless of how said girl felt about the young man.
As it happened, Pagan nearly missed the black clad young man, as he was standing silent in a dark corner letting him pass by. It was only his memory of the furniture layout, and his determination to thwart him driving Pagan to scour and re-scour every dark shadow with his eyes, that made him stop and take a risk. He couldn't be sure that the young man in question was where he thought he might be, nor that he wasn't elsewhere within earshot that Pagan might embarrass himself addressing a piece of furniture, revealing that he was, in fact, unsure if Heero were there at all. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and Pagan was not going to allow Heero succeed.
"Oh! Master Heero! Are you headed to the kitchens for a snack as well?" Pagan held his breath and hoped he hadn't just erred considerably.
A moment passed and nothing happened. Pagan began to suspect that he had made that mistake, and was just glad that there were no witnesses. Then a movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned to see Heero step out of another corner, a corner behind him and one he had already examined thoroughly and discarded.
Pagan felt a moment of shock, followed closely by a settling feeling in his stomach of disappointment. But, determined to let Heero think he had been talking to him and not a formless shadow, he turned to him and raised an eyebrow in question, sure that the skilled young man could see him perfectly in the pitch darkness.
"Master Heero?"
"Hn." Heero acknowledged him, jerking a brief nod. His face remained impassive, revealing none of his thoughts.
Determined to follow through his pretence, Pagan proceeded to chat about his own desire for a snack as he led the young man downstairs and away from his charge.
Heero remained silent, glancing back briefly without turning his head and allowing a small smirk, before following the overly protective ageing butler soundlessly.