Anthony made tiny little chicken headbobs without any back talk. He thought his training went fine, thank you, for what he remembered of it. He could fold clothing and polish armor. He could fetch meals and warm furs. The rest would need to be learned gradually through experience since he needed to figure out the way Loki wanted tasks completed rather than how his trainers assumed a master might.

He backed out of the room with Steveb behind him ubtil he could shut the doors to Loki's chamber. His forehead fell forward then and smacked the heavy wood. His eyes closed.

"My master has it backwards. You're already up to snuff. You've got to make sure I am," Anthony said to Steve. "So we have to find this Bruce." The guard that had stopped them before made sure not to look at either now as they passed in proper attire, though Anthony smirked at him. He liked being proven right.

They would end up having to ask directions of other house slaves who seemed confused by Anthony's crest and colors as they pointed them in the direction of the slave quarters. Anthony wasn't prepared for Bruce's small room, filled with books and parchment. The slaves in the palace had so much priveledge he couldn't get his mind around it... Though it still felt right to have it. Anthony leaned against the doorway and watched the man read for a moment, curls obscuring his eyes, before he knocked on the jamb. "Hey. Are you Bruce? Prince Loki sent me to get lectured by you."