There was no way that Celes would have burned Lee or his shirt, if he didn’t want to. He had almost perfect control over his fire magic, even if that was only one of the few things that he was good at. Watching his new friend go after the half angel was annoying. The holy energy that he emitted was so annoying. It was good that Natsu distracted him with his question. “His holy light must be blinding him,” he answered, misunderstanding who was meant by Natsu’s statement. Celes eyed the ‘water’ bottle from which the twins were drinking. “You sure you don’t want to eat anything?” he asked. “I can also roast something medium for you.” Celes held up is hand with a finger pointing to the ceiling. A little flame appeared a little above the tip of his finger, making it look like a candle. With this action he demonstrated his control over his fire magic as well as offering a friendly service. The truth was actually that he liked to use his flames, though he would rather just burn stuff.<br/><br/>Deep down under the grounds, in the cold catacombs hidden from the eyes of all unwanted, a loud thud could be heard from a coffin lid landing on the stone floor. An annoyed looking vampire sat up from within. He went through his long dark hair with a pale hand. Even in this room devoid of light he could easily see who dared to wake him up. “Could it be that Wong-sensei forgot that vampires sleep during the day?” Haruki asked with a sarcastic undertone. “Or could it be that you just enjoy seeing me being sleep deprived?” Nonetheless, Haruki got out of his coffin. He first straightened out his appearance before getting a match to light up the candles in the chandelier. The light was weak but warm, not strong enough to make everything clearly visible but enough to see at least a little bit. It didn’t matter for Haruki whether there was light or not but he was a good enough of a host to lit it up for his guest to see something. Haruki sometimes wondered if it had been a good idea to give Loke the key to enter his domain. Getting up during the day was obviously not his strength. Figuring that he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep he lifted up the heavy lid of the coffin with the ease of lifting a coffee mug, and placed it back on his ‘bed’. “So, is there actually a reason for you to disturb my rest or are you just bored?” he asked after sitting down on the only object that could be used for that, his coffin.