Callan knew that the male's fears were well founded, he knew that plenty of vampires would attack a human from the least bit of hunger, but… that wasn't him. He didn't go through hell at his father's hands to have a human, his bonded human, think so lowly of him. He entered his room and slammed the door in frustration before undressing and going to his bed. Surely they would never see eye to eye… he didn't blame Elliot for that… but living with a human who thought that way about him dredged up bitter sweet memories that he would rather forget when he was so busy.<br/><br/>Sarah went up to Elliot's room a little over an hour later, knocking softly. "Master Elliot, I am about to prepare dinner. Is there anything you would prefer?" She asked through the door politely. She hadn't heard any commotion down in her room, though she did think that Cal would be reaching his limit soon enough and would head out to town again. That was just to be expected.