As the day went, and once she had finished unpacking the newer master’s items she went to prepare dinner for the man after asking what he would like for the latter meal. She cooked and hummed softly as she did so, having had some of the leftovers from breakfast for her own meals during the day and having already eaten the rest of it for her own early dinner. She assumed that this way once the human was fed she could sleep awhile, using the few hours of the early evening to rest before the vampire would be awake and busy enough to need her… Even if he didn’t seem as though he wished to make use of her himself. She did wonder why the young master who had always seemed to hate the idea of feeding off servants like her decision to take an unknown human as a partner… Was it for feeding? Or something else? It was odd, but she didn’t plan to question him.<br/><br/>When night did finally fall she went to fetch the human and was about to head downstairs once more when she heard the door to the vampire’s room open. She looked to him and smiled with a soft bow. “Good evening, Master Gram.” She said politely, but the vampire only glared at her… She was used to it though and returned the glare with a warm smile. He had treated her this way for as long as she remembered, but he had never been violent with any of the servants so she wasn’t scared.<br/><br/>“I have just prepared dinner. Will you be joining Mr. Elliot?” She asked, but as Callan stopped before her, a grimace on his face she tilted her head quizzically. He reached out and touched the bandage at her neck and she moved to undo it as though expecting that her question had been misunderstood… But she knew her role. However, he just as soon released her. “Mm.” He finally muttered and walked past her, the female giving a soft laugh which the vampire seemed to ignore as he headed down and sat at the table. She waited for Elliot to emerge before joining him down to the kitchen and soon she was pouring a glass of wine for each of the men. “Is there anything I should do before retiring for the evening?” She asked them both to which Callan just waved her off.<br/><br/>“Father fed from you before letting you come, right?” He asked before sipping his wine, she just smiled mutely in response, and that was answer enough. “Rest, I have no use for a servant that can’t work.” He said dryly and she nodded, bowing to them both. “Then good evening sirs.” She said evenly before heading to one of the rooms on the far end of the first floor that had often been used as servant quarters… Out of sight, out of mind. Callan continued sipping his drink and even took a bit of food… It was dull and unpalatable to him but… It was nostalgic. It was only then that he finally seemed willing to acknowledge the other human in his home. “Are you content with her service?” He asked, tone calm, but perhaps the look in his eyes seemed to be… judging the other just a little. Well, it wasn’t intentional.