Ghost was scowling by the time he left the dining hall. Scowling all the way out of there. He knew she would catch up to him. He just made sure to keep her with him until she paid attention and started walking again on her own. His snake appeared and even while he walked it was slithering up and coiling around his form. It was so natural to him he barely even noticed it. He was inwardly very, very surprised this angel wasn't fighting him. He knew that angels while gentle natured would fight to protect themselves. So this lack of fighting while a relief was puzzling beyond all belief. It struck a nerve in his curiousity...figuratively speaking. Once they were back in his room he locked the door. Letting go of her wrist and walks over to his seat. "Sit down. You can sit on the bed." He says in a serious voice. Eyeing the beautiful angel he had in his possession. "Why are you not fighting to get away? Not that I am complaining it is just very curious to me."