Min Yu rolled his eyes at Caleb’s whining. He briefly thought that he’d have to teach his fledgling new definitions for ‘gentle’ and ‘rough’. It wouldn’t do good to have Caleb be so sensitive about things. Though, he supposed that’s what he got for picking a guy with glasses. But Min Yu wasn’t too displeased. Hopefully his responsiveness would be better appreciated by Frederick. A dark glint entered Min Yu’s gaze as he shuffled into the house with his fledgling. His fingers twined around Caleb’s wrist and he exerted a firm pressure to keep Caleb at his side.<br/><br/>“I could,” he chirped pleasantly and squeezed the fledgling’s wrist a bit tighter to prove the point he was making. “But I don’t want to be.”<br/><br/>He slowed a bit to let Caleb’s eyes drink in the sights of the mansion. It was very impressive, though it wasn’t exactly spotless anymore. Min Yu had seen to that earlier in the evening. With what he had done now with Caleb he almost regretted smashing all the mirrors and everything else that had casted a reflection, but what’s done was done. There wasn’t anything he could do to un-break or fix it.<br/><br/>“Yeah, me either,” he replied with a faint and almost sad voice as Caleb expressed his astonishment at Min Yu living here. The watcher couldn’t believe it sometimes either. Some evenings he woke up and couldn’t remember where he was for several minutes. Thornewood, or O’Shea Manor as most people called it, was a very beautiful house. But it didn’t feel like a home to Min Yu. He tugged Caleb over to the grand staircase. The chandelier’s above them casted a golden glow. It caused the glass that littered the stairs to sparkle, and for a moment it looked like it was meant to be there. Until Min Yu stepped on the glass and it crunched loudly underneath his shoes. The sound of the glass was the only noise made. The stairs were cushioned with an intricately patterned rug that ran the length of the hall and pooled down each step. There was no creak to the wood underneath them.<br/><br/>“Your bedroom?” Min Yu repeated with a sharp laugh, as if Caleb had just told a joke. It was a question that he didn't answer. If things went as planned his fledgling would have a room of his own, but if everything went bad than Caleb would never one, Min Yu wouldn't have a bedroom anymore, and Frederick would have an empty home by morning. He continued to hurry his fledgling along. Frederick wasn’t home yet, but the texts he had sent to his sire had been so pathetic he was sure Frederick would change his mind and return before sun up. “I hope you were paying attention before, when I told you I wasn’t New Arklow’s real watcher.”<br/><br/>“You’re in his house.” With his free hand Min Yu gestured about as they reached the top of the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder at Caleb as he started walking down the hall, towards the master bedroom. “His name is Frederick. And if you don’t want to die a second, and this time more permanent death, than you need to do what I tell you to do.”