[He can't contain a pained gasp at the idea of young master's death. He steps around the chair and kneels down in front of him, looking a little like a kicked puppy.]

Your breathing is a blessing to me, sir. We have been together since the Master and Mistress' passing. However, you don't need to believe me. You know there is something wrong, don't you? And that is bothering you. I know you will not stop until you find the truth.