The scrubbing sound echoed through the room for a moment before Howl responded. "I will take your words as such, my friend." He paused and looked to the blonde with a smile. In his mind, he could not help but wonder if being beautiful meant for some reason you weren't allowed to have some sort of insight. It almost felt like it was a rule that was on the same level as the "blonde ditziness" rule. Allowing these questions to melt away from his current thoughts, he refocused on their current task.

"And now, I would like to point out that maybe you should take back to your work. The chairs will not scrub themselves, dear Franz."