Mason watched as his daughter’s smile grew, something he found it hard to believe to be possible, as Damon shook her hand. She rocking on her heels at being called miss. He had no doubt it made her feel like a grown up to be called such. It put a fond smile on his smile. He hadn’t expected him to pay that much attention to her, or really interact with her. It’s good to see that he might not have to worry about that. Though it didn’t stop him from being concerned about one thing. If Lily was going to work on his nerves after a while. She was always an energetic child. Always curious, always asking questions and always eager to make a new friend. He still had no idea where she got that from. Being an occasional smart ass? He took full credit for. Asking questions? Could have gotten it from any of them really. Though this exceedingly friendly streak, he hadn’t the slightest.<br/><br/><br/>The hunter looked up at the entrance way as the owner spoke. Well, there goes his heckles again. Old houses usually had one thing in common. History. Which history came a number of things but one thing that concerned him was with history came ghosts be it the proverbial or very real kind. Proverbial he could live with, the other? Well, he’s going to be warding his daughter’s room tonight just to be safe. Who knew what went bump in the night around here. Lily held onto Mason’s hand as they followed Damon. Lily wide-eyed as she took in the new environment with the sparkling curiosity that the young held. While her father? Making mental notes. Quicket ins, outs and where it looks too easy to get trapped. It’s better to be safe. He might only be there a year but it never hurts to be prepared in case of work following him home. Hopefully, it wouldn't be necessary. That would be a hell of a thing to explain to Damon if he had someone possed busting down the door.<br/><br/><br/>On the bright side, it was a really nice kitchen. Also having a washer and dryer to himself would sure make things a lot easier on him. Lily was over the moon to have her very own room. He could tell from how she looked around she was excited to put her things in there.<br/><br/><br/>Mason found himself watching how their renter moved. A bad habit maybe but one he couldn’t break all the same. The set to his shoulders, his build, and even the way he walked. He made notes. He didn’t have the wilting haunch of someone unsure about himself, though more did he have the overly puffed swagger of someone full of themselves. His gaunt was easy, no real purpose. Nothing like anyone who has spent years in the military or any sort of work of the sort. It was something Mason himself had trouble training out of his walk. The hard step purpose that can stand in opposition with the looseness that he keeps to his shoulders, an air of relaxed purpose that he puts on like any other hat.<br/><br/><br/>When they were taken outside to say that Lily was starstruck was putting it mildly. More so when Damon informed her it was all her’s to play in. She never had a yard, not once, and here there was an expanse of grass for her to play in. Let alone a tree house! A tree house! Like what she saw kids have on TV and now she had one to play in. “Daddy! Daddy! Can I?!” She squealed bouncing as she tugged on his hand as if he wouldn’t have looked at her when she had called to him in the first place.<br/><br/><br/>“Go on. Just remember what he said. Stay out of the greenhouse okay?” He chuckled with a weary shake of his head as she let go, making a beeline for the tree house to scale up wooden board making the ladder up the tree. Mason watching on with a hint of trepidation but when there was no resounding creek to her moment inside he looked at the dark haired man, absently sliding his hand in his pocket as he nodded. “Thanks for that. She might actually tire herself out now. And don’t worry she’ll stay out of your plants. She thinks it’s mean to plants to pick them.” He said, making an air quotes when he said mean even as he smiled fondly. “I think we’re going to like it here. At least I like it. Been a long time since I’ve been anywhere other then an apartment or motel.” He said, “Though feel free to let me know if you  have a set schedule or anything. Kids are famous for ruining routines.” He chuckled. “She should be at school most of the day so she’ll be out from under your feet. And my job will have me keeping weird hours.” He was sure to add. Didn’t want to give the guy a heart attack creeping in close to midnight.<br/><br/><br/>“If you don’t mind I’ll start carrying in boxes while she’s busy. Trust me she’ll be wanting to help carry everything if I let her.”