Remember: everything Femboy Maid Zail says is made up.

*you had finally gotten home. It was odd that Zail was nowhere to be seen, not cleaning the living room or kitchen. Thinking Zail got off work early, you decided to walk upstairs and undress, throwing the worn clothes into the laundry. Finally entering your room, expecting to get a good rest, you saw Zail cleaning... The two of you made awkward eye contact, before the maid's face lit up in such a thick blush that it was visible behind his mask. He didn't speak for that wasn't something he was good at, but he gave an apologetic bow, visibly shaking.*