Reis was prepared to wait him out, even his more insistent knocking, but as he was blowing out candles, he knocked one over. It produced a clatter, and a series of curses from Reis, realizing he'd given himself away and gotten wax all over his desk. He was frustrated. Ezra was like a puppy, only he was too valuable to toss outside with the other hounds.<br/><br/>“Ezra, please. There are no shadows here in Belmir that will hurt you, certainly not in my house. You are safe,” he told him like he was trying to convince a child there were no monsters under the bed. Reis was getting frustrated. He was tired, and wanted to go to bed. He didn't want to be bothered anymore than he already had been, and all things considered, he thought he'd handled everything well enough. He'd gone above and beyond to make sure Ezra had everything he needed. Now he was asking for something Reis was not willing to give up; his privacy.<br/><br/>Reis said to hell with the was. It would be easier to clean once it was dry, and he could just scrape it off. At least it hadn't gotten on his rug. When that wasn't enough for the young asha, Ezra lost the remaining patience he possessed. He decided he was going to have to be make himself perfectly clear in regards to his boundaries. It didn't matter how pretty Ezra was, or how willing. He was not taking him to bed with him, even under something as innocent as fearing shadows or some other ominous spirit.<br/><br/>With a long pause at his doorway, Reis finally reached for the knob and unlocked the door. He opened it, but stood in the threshold, not letting Ezra past him into his bedroom. He was frowning, looking exasperated with the situation.<br/><br/>“Ezra, I do not want you in my bedroom. Not now, not in the future. That is not going to change. While I can accommodate you in many ways, this is not one of them. I never wanted a pet as high maintenance as you, but we are stuck with one another until I can figure out otherwise.” Reis tossed his words angrily, unsure what more would make Ezra respect his boundaries. He wasn't fully thinking, certainly not of the consequences of his words, or taking into consideration that Ezra was a living, feeling thing.<br/><br/>“For fuck sake, go to the room I assigned you,” he snapped. “Your concern over me is unwarranted; childish even. I am a grown man, and so far nothing has resulted of me sleeping alone except perhaps being well rested!”