Almost like a child, Owen jumped from room to room, fixated on the story each possession told. Finally he brought Juliet up to the drawing room. The unused room was large; a grand piano sat in front of three large windows, comfortable chairs and a low table was in front of the fire place, which a marvelous family portrait hung above. "There's a piano here if you ever feel like playing, you're welcome to anytime," he said, smiling. He tried to hide his enthusiasm, but failed.<br/><br/>Dracula sat beside his youngest son. He took a sip of his blood and raised a brow as Logan hit his head. "Are you okay, boy?"