Rowan shrieked at the voice he heard. When he turned, he saw how Arryn was leaning on the doorframe. The older man was even staring down at him as if melting Rowan with his subtle anger. The painter would shrink, but he realized they shouldn't be seen naked by…
No, Arryn was not an enemy. He was a hidden operative, planted to spy on the Hellhounds. Rowan decided to draw courage from the fact that he was a director and a superior to this man. He could ask Arryn to leave them alone and not tell anyone, right? Right. He just needed to assert dominance as a director of the family.
"Uhm, Mr. Arryn, can you close the door? Someone might see us…" Rowan smiled sheepishly. Nailed it.
