"Much better," Beacon said, but then he found his attention being drawn to the main hall. The door that led to the basement had reopened, and Samantha had emerged once more. He was proud of her, standing on her own like that. It didn't mean that he was going to tolerate it for a second, of course, but he was still proud of her. Leaning down to kiss Illyana's arching neck as he folded her in his arms, pulling her close against him, he whispered in her ear, "Feel free to explore... stay here on the first floor, though. You aren't ready for the basement, and the upstairs is off limits until we get more guests in... Though I am going to have to go find Pamela later. Excuse me if you will," he added, swaying his hips gently, just enough that she could feel his throbbing erection gliding across her ass, "I need to go chastise an old lover of mine." With that, he released her, and walked swiftly down the hall, catching Samantha by her hair, tangling his fingers in it swiftly as he spun her around to face him, simultaneously pulling his hand down with steady force. He knew she would have no choice eventually but to kneel to relieve the pressure. "I could be imagining things, or perhaps your hearing has gone since last I saw you," he said with a laugh, "And if either is the case, please, tell me... but I could have sworn I told you to wait downstairs."