Valerie was quick to attend to the officers with a smile and alluring charm. Arsene meanwhile, lowered his head and kept his gaze to his work, but a pair of eyes stayed on him.

"You, gutter rat. Don't touch those glasses. Where are your gloves?" One officer said.

All eyes were on Arsene, and although he was tidy in his work and kept his hands clean, he retrieved a pair of white cotton gloves to separate his skin from the glasses.

"Didn't your handler ever teach you not to stain the drinks with your filth?"

Valerie's attempted misdirection was ignored. Even when she stepped between the officers and Arsene, still smiling and offering free drinks, the officers all gazed at the butler boy now, hands resting on their batons.