A choice? A choice?? Igors were not given choices, they were given commands! He wobbled, unsure of what to do. There wasn't the same trepidation as when Amrita had fallen asleep in his room... he had immediately deposited her back in her own bed. That had been different. That was... he wasn't sure what that was, that sort of thing hadn't been covered in his training. But this had. The Demon Dorms were a lot nicer than his own, there was plenty of room and the plush chair did look more comfortable than even his own bed but... but there was much to do. She might be hungry in the morning, he aught to go out and find her something as fresh as possible... breakfast in bed would certainly kick off their relationship to a good start, right? Right. He shifted, glancing around the room as she settled in to go to sleep. It would take some time to get to the graveyard from here, but the night was still young, and he had gotten plenty of sleep while waiting for his back to mend. Sleep well, Mistress.

He wasn't just going to be a Good Igor, he was going to be The Best Igor.