Francis dropped the deer rib he had been holding. "well damn." he sighed. that was the trouble he had been aiming to avoid. his forgetfulness was annoying sometimes. "To answer your questions in order: 1. Francis Keldros, and yes it is a foreign name. 2. My house, so I would appreciate it if you didn't go into the third room on the left, and 3. Refer to question number two's answer to know why there's food here." he held his head in his right hand while leaning on the wall with his left.<br/><br/>He smiled. Time to test his theory "Should I start the oven, or would you rather have the other deer rib in the fridge?" he paused. "It's full of pink, meaty gooooodness!" he smirked at her watering mouth. ~Bingo~ he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">~Now to find out if I need to fear... whatever you are... Dammit, just my luck! I can't call her out on it. she'd probably try to kill me... or run away.~</span>