Godfrey just stared impassively at Praeministra. She was definitely not all right, nope, not at all. The whole, "I am nothing without my master" struck him as fanatical and just plain crazy talk. After a brief moment, Godfrey shrugged.
"Look after him, and not yourself, I really don't care," Godfrey said. "Mr. Del Bosque probably won't appreciate anything you do, but if that makes you happy, then whatever."
"Are you ready then? I'll show the house," he said unfazed by her threats.