"At once, Dominus," Athessa crosses to the door to the parlor and holds it open, the invitation for Colin to walk through it clear enough without her then turning and nodding to the man. "Ser."

It's not what she wants to say, but it's all she can say. Something in her wants to rebel, wants to shout, to fight against whatever unseen force is making her stand so rigid, speak so proper, but she knows her place.