Callan remained where he was seated for a long while, watching the various creatures moving about in the night or watching the moon as it slowly moved its way through the sky. It was a peaceful way to spend the night, if a rather sullen one, but this was the closest feeling to peace that the vampire could imagine. Despite everything, he had always found himself more at ease with the servant beside him, and even now it was still the same... even if it was only due to some pitiable sentimentality.<br/><br/>Eventually, though he sighed, he would have to head back eventually, and he didn't want to leave Elliot alone their whole trip... That would defeat the purpose a bit of having brought the other out here to enjoy a break from the monotony of the mansion, right? So he stood, corking the bottle of wine which he had finished a bit more than half of and tucking it into his bag once more. "It was nice to talk with you again." He said softly, a quiet smile finding his lips despite his usual bland expression.<br/><br/>He gave a soft bow of his head before turning to begin walking back, taking his time as he didn't truly want to return to Elliot when he was in such a somber mood. While he knew he wasn't the most cheerful person to be around, he had a feeling that Elliot would be bothered if he came back looking as though he'd just been to a funeral. He ran his fingers through his hair and recalled how Sol had mocked him for his foolishness, constantly returning here, talking to the air, keeping a promise to a corpse... But Cal had never been able to explain how he couldn't imagine just... moving on. That seemed far more painful to him.