Tilting his head slightly he smirked lightly, "A pleasant name," He commented, "You don't need to call me sir or by my last name. Everyone calls me Eirin."<br/><br/>"Everyone calls him Eirin because he doesn't respond to Mr. Thompson," The now calm preacher stated, "He's a dog by nature so don't be surprised if you whistle and he comes without thought as to why he responded. Where'd he find you, Miss. Vanessa? He left early today without a word as to where he was going."<br/><br/>"You aren't my nanny," The Grim growled softly before serving a bowl of stew to Vanessa, "Eat all of it while I get your bath ready and find some better fitting clothes. I'm sure someone donated some that might fit you..."<br/><br/>He glanced her over before slipping from the room via the hallway. Leaving the girl alone with Lucius, "He will likely stitch you clothing if you are unlucky. Or rather lucky I might say. He has many talents that go to waste in this place," His blue eyes danced with merriment as he sat down next to her, "If you need anything just let either of us know."<br/><br/>His voice was soft and kind as he spoke like how a father should talk to his daughter if she were in a stressful situation. He hummed before getting up to pour them both a glass of milk, "What do you like to do? Perhaps I can make sure to get you some supplies when I got to town tomorrow."