I should be asking you that, master. You were almost burned--

[ he does get an eyeful of that chest of his after cleaning up his lap, and he averts his eyes in near bashfulness. well, he can't deny that his master is perfectly built, and it isn't as though he's seen sandalphon without a top every now and then from getting out of the bath while he's arranging his room or whatever...

but this isn't the time to entertain himself of such sordid thoughts. he's only here to serve his master and nothing more, and thus he shakes his head and picks up the teacup before getting to his feet. ]

I tripped on the rug, is all. But it's no excuse, and I deeply apologize. Please let me make it up to you in any way you please.

[ maybe deduct his pay or work extra hard in cleaning up the manor, perhaps? he hasn't taken care of the attic in a long time, come to think of it. ]