Brendan's face soured with indignation at Kat's preposterous insinuation. "Ye-ah.... I'm the best cook in this house." he said, puffing himself up noticeably.  He then turned to address the pink-haired girl. "So you're interested in the occult club, huh? Cool! Well, that would be myself, Alex and a few others. It's not a very large club, by any stretch of the imagination but we don't have any kind of strict requirements for joining. Since we're a campus club, members are required to be students. But I'm sure you already knew that."<br/><br/>He drew and let out a deep sigh, his shoulders heaving up and drooping with the motion. He went and gathered up his book, the candles and chalk. With a sigh he said, "It's already turning out to be a long day... I'm gonna go take a shower and get on a change of clothes." He pulled a bit of his shirt away from his skin and sniffed at it before recoiling noticeably from the smell. He had, after all, been recently sweating... a lot. "I'll come back down to the kitchen and start supper in a few...<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">And we'll just see whether my cooking <em>kills </em> anyone or not..."</span>He grumbled that last part as he ascended softly on the stairs.<br/><br/>Brendan considered for a moment, then turned back to Fiametta. "Um... I want to apologize again for bringing you here against your will. Um... ah..." He scratched the back of his neck nerviously while grasping for words. "Well.. since you probably don't have anywhere else to go, I think we should have some vacant rooms here in the chapter house. Under normal circumstances they would be off-limits to women. But, I suppose these aren't normal circumstances so it shoudl be OK, I think. Ah.... I guess I'm just making the offer." He smiled sheepishly and looked to the ground.