Elliot yawned again, wasn't entirely sure what time it was, but the sun seemed pretty bright outside his windows. Callan should have been to bed along time ago if Sarah was fixing breakfast. That also meant Elliot needed to actually get out of bed. With a soft sigh he sat up again He'd have plenty of time to nap later after all. He glanced back towards the doorway where Callan still stood. The vampire looked tired rather than irritable as always, but he was the one hovering in Elliot's doorway not the other way around. He couldn't think of a way to ask what he wanted without sounding rude so the vampire was the next to speak.<br/><br/>"I don't need a concubine," Elliot replied somewhat confused and rather amused, thinking back on some of Sol's jokes when he had come by to collect them for the night. Obviously Callan had been listening, but it surprised Elliot that he was still thinking about it. Mostly just assumed the vampire didn't care much how Elliot felt in all of this, but then Sol had said he had a soft spot...<br/><br/>"Uhm.. so how was your night?" the awkward silence was getting to be a bit too much.