To be certain, there are going to be some changes around the manor. Little things here and there are already happening; Sae isn't going to turn the entire place upside down and change everything in Aymeric's life all at once. But, one of the things that Sae doesn't like about Ishgard is how utterly and completely drab it is. Dark colors, dark woods, blah blah blah. He can't live like this. It's bad enough he must suffer the infernal cold while he's here, he can't look at baroque wallpaper another second.

But, that will all come in due time. Probably to Aymeric's chagrin, but it'll be fine. Probably.

He rests against the edge of the desk where it appears a done stack of is resting. The unruly part of him wants to toss them all in the fire because Aymeric works too much on silly things, but he wouldn't do that. ( Probably. )

His thumb rubs against the handle of the teacup as his attention shifts to some papers sitting nearby. A moment passes and he moves to rifle the papers sitting there with a soft hum. "While we may only be husbands in name only, you are still a dear friend. And, as your friend it is my duty to see you not overwork yourself." He taps the papers back into alignment. "I think it's time to find you some sort of assistant."