With his head leaning back, his eyes close, listening to the sounds of the house around him. And, from the silence, it seemed the boy who had been at his door earlier had found something to entertain him for now. Reaching out with a hand to touch the wall, he rubs his thumb along the grain of the wood. It was something he did to comfort himself in these particular times of frustration. When he wanted to do something, but knew that if he did it would cause nothing but trouble for mainly himself.<br/><br/>But then again, it would also cause trouble for Kristoph... because anything that happened to him, happened to that guy. Sighing, he lets his hand move to his lap from the wall, wondering what he should do. Would he end up doing what he always did and just leave the people alone until they left again, or would he interact? Because no one before had ever attempted climbing those stairs, because most people would be smart and know just exactly how dangerous they were. He didn't want the boy finding out about him, or the boy's, whom he assumed, parents.<br/><br/>Ebony moves from his shoulder, to the window, glancing at him. A nod from the male, and the particularly large raven leaves the room, flies out once, only to turn, and land on the windowsill to the room where the human was. She gazes inside, and from within her eyes, he too sees what is going on. So...the human had found his old nursery room...where he and...that individual...had once grown up when they were young. Now, he'd hoped it would just stay shut, closed from the world, so that he wouldn't have to deal with it...Sighing, he shuts off his mind's eye, allowing Ebony to keep an eye on the kid without him having to look in that room.<br/><br/>With this, he drifts off, and dozes to sleep, unaware that Kristoph had made his way up the steps, to quietly come up behind the human. Standing a few feet back, the British man smiles a little, seeing the open door, gazing silently inside. It had been some time since he'd seen the internal parts of any of the rooms on this floor. Coughing a little to let himself be known, he then speaks. "I see you've found a room you like?" He asks, eyes looking to the drawing pad, and the beginnings of a sketch.