Dracula shot Romeo a glare. He spoke monotonously; "We are allowed to come to our home whenever we please, are we not?" Lifting the glass to his lips, he sniffed it and sighed; it was not as good true fresh blood but had to do, and sipped it slowly. He gestured for his son to take his seat again and turning his attention else where. "Owen, the house looks splendid, excellent work as always," nodding at his eldest with approval.<br/><br/>Blushing from the high praise, Owen hid his face behind his hair as he thanked his father. The house remained exactly the same since the day they left, his father didn't like surprises and had embedded the importance the house's history in Owen's brain.<br/>Rolling his eyes once again, Edmund now directed his attention to Romeo, who foolishly decided to speak up. He was surprised that his father had ignored him so quickly, becoming suspicious of the objectives of their return. Finally he glanced at Juliet; if only she had agreed to go horse riding sooner, then he wouldn't be stuck here. However he couldn't be angry at her, even with all his brothers becoming tense her innocence brought a soothing aura.<br/><br/>"Well then," Dracula said, clapping his hands together. "What's for dinner?" his eyes slowly wondering over to Juliet as he licked his lips.