Stephen just looked at her curiously. She would make a good report? What game was she playing? He looked at her. "Would the original deed to the land help? Maybe an authentic certificate from the vaults" He asked. He wanted to protect his home more than he wanted to be read of her. He eyed her. "Might be here?" He asked warily. "Only if those people are you." He said with a huff. "Don't get going too far too fast milady." He warns her calmly. He shakes his head. "Why update something that is beautiful and in tact. It is a living piece of history. No electricity except maybe on the ground floor. Elsewhere I forbid it." He says. "I don't want my home changed too much. If its historic why alter it if it doesn't need it?" he asked. "What was that thing you were talking on? I have seen others like it when exorcists came. I always wondered what they were." He admitted.  He watches her and followed her with a ghostly tail instead of two legs. He just kept up with her. "Fine but you have to call me Stephens." he says with a huff. "And fleshie and bonebag isn't an insult. It is mostly just a fact. You have bones and flesh. I'm all ghostly mist and stuff." He looked at her. "You have a unique name...Merrieweather." Mutters the last statement as a compliment. He stayed quiet and just followed her. "If you will get your stuff and follow me I'll take you to a room that you can call your own for the time you remain here." He says in a reluctant tone.