Shenyo couldn't help but melt back against her, holding her gently yet firmly as her tongue danced across his lips and his own came out to meet hers. Yet as quickly as it began it stopped, and he could see the fear in her eyes as she tried to silently ask for help. As he looked around himself he truthfully had no idea what was causing the home to be haunted, or what its goals were. Then again, it didn't matter.<br/><br/>Looking to the staircase it was encased in an unnatural darkness, magic seething out from it. It was a barrier at the very least, dangerous at worst. Yet the darkness did not cover everything. It was concentrated in certain areas such as the staircase and the very corners of the room. Otherwise it was simply dark. Guiding her gently he moved them into the center of the room where it was brightest.<br/><br/>"Watch it carefully." Shenyo spoke loudly and clearly, pointing directly to the darkness with one hand gently holding her shoulder. "It can move, but it isn't everywhere at once." Suddenly Lydia would see one of the extra jars of pickled substances fly by her, away from them and into the staircase. His tail had lifted it up at some point as they moved. The end result was a smash on the other side where one would expect the stairs to be. They could even see some of the fluids drain down onto the floor although the darkness shifted to try and cover it.<br/><br/>"Is that all you are?" Shenyo shouted. "An illusion to scare us?" In response the cabinets began to open and close violently again, until Shenyo grabbed one mid-swing and ripped it clean off its hinges. The house creaked and moaned in response as he tossed it onto the ground. "I'm tired of this game. Show yourself!" Though the cabinets had stopped completely he walked over and slashed another of the doors in half with his claws. It wasn't clear if he was planning on stopping, and the house didn't appear to know what to do. These were not the common peasants it was used to.<br/><br/>After a couple more cabinets were destroyed he stepped back into the center with Lydia, waiting on some kind of response. Did it feel his actions as pain? Was it a succubus controlling everything from some hidden spot where she could see them? Either way his actions seem to have garnered a distinct reaction from the being, whatever it was.