Hives: The one with the netting, stuffed canaries, and glitter in it, Sir?
IA (rubs hands together enthusiastically): Yes, Hives, that's the one. Imagine. The man at the shop where we found it suggested that it was more suitable for ladies. I think it's rather dashing in a masculine sort of way. It ought to go very well with that chocolate brown jacket and crimson pantaloons you've laid out for me today.
Hives (winces slightly): Very good, Sir.
Hives: Lay out your own clothing and dress yourself, Sir.
IA: What? Oh, yes. I see. Good point. Well, we mustn't have any of that, must we?
Hives: No, Sir.
IA: Now, where has my bathrobe gone to?
Hives: Hanging on the inside of the door to your dressing room, Sir, on the way to the tub.
IA: Ah! Hives, please warm it by the fire while I'm in the tub. And get my shaving mug and razor ready if you please. I have emotional and connubial entanglements to avoid!