Elliot frowned, pulled from his thoughts when the servant knocked on his open door frame to draw his attention. Somehow it was already dinner time and he had been writing with less and less light. Was pretty much squinting in the darkness by the time she informed him of dinner. He could feel a well earned headache pushing in and almost wanted to crawl into bed instead he sighed and rubbed his eyes. He carefully placed his letter into the desk drawer before stretching and getting to his feet. He stepped into the hall just in time to see the red head disappear down the steps.<br/><br/>"Hello," he greeted the servant with a smile as he stepped past her on his way down the stairs. In the dining room he was not at all surprised to find Callen already seated at the table. He hadn’t started eating or anything, and barely acknowledged when Elliot pulled out a seat to join him. He looked over the food his stomach grumbling in response, reminding him that he had not been in to get lunch. He thanked the young woman offering her a smile when she placed a full glass of wine in front of him.<br/><br/>It was a good thing that he did not need anything else as Callan did not give him time to answer either way. His eyes narrowed at the vampire’s words before he shifted his gaze back to the servant and the bandage at her throat. He took a sip of his own wine as she left the room. Callan’s father had done that, Elliot wasn’t sure exactly how he felt about that bit of information. Just because it was someone else this time didn’t exactly mean that Callan hadn’t fed from her before or wouldn’t again. He wasn’t really sure whether that fact should bother him. It would be better to drink from Elliot as the bond perks pretty much meant he would handle a feeding better than others. It bothered him the the way Callan just dismissed her and that she more or less got the same treatment Elliot had gotten so far. Did that mean he was viewed the same as a servant? He had been hoping that the vampire just needed time to warm up to him. Though discouraging he knew it had only been a day. No one warmed up in a day… When the vampire addressed him Elliot blinked at him over the top of the glass, which he had pretty much just been holding up to his face while lost in thought, before setting it back down on the table.<br/><br/>“Yes,” He answered with a smile, “She’s quite the cook,” He motioned to the variety of food spread out before them, “you should have seen the breakfast she had prepared for me. And she’s very polite too,” He added resisting the urge to squirm under the other’s red eyed gaze.