He heard the door, the "commotion" that was security shifting because a dignitary had entered the building. And then he was there, sweeping up the steps and giving that short and formal address.

Damn but he wanted to kiss that formal damn look off his face.

"Your Majesty," he jabbed, giving him a wink. "We have until dinner before we're expected for a West Lawn photo shoot, setting sun brilliance and all. Figured you'd want to rest and freshen up," he says, moving to open the door to the room next to his.

One that no one used. One that connected to his own, and more than that, had a door leading to the second bathroom that let out into a secret passage if you knew the right panel in the closet.

"Come on. I'll show you how American plugs work so you don't blow things up," he says, gesturing for Henry to proceed him into the room.