Colten realized it was pointless to try to explain how he was trying to be comforting while fulfilling the role she needed him to be in. She either wouldn't understand or it would confuse her.So he waited to hear if she did have questions of her own as he climbed into the car and motioned for her to follow him. The driver of course standing by, with an alert and professional look to him, to close the door behind them.
"Prae, my routine does tend to shift fairly frequently but I can give you the basics for now. I don't need to sleep so I tend to do most of my writing in my study at night. During the day I have classes to attend but otherwise I have meetings and.... [he gives a fairly detailed explanation of some of the most common events at the Manor and in his day to day]."
The man was fairly busy, though he did like to eat breakfast a little after dawn and dinner after sunset. Lunch tended to be the most fluid timing because it was frequently taken up by lunchtime meetings. A small fourth meal overnight was also among the things he explained to her.
He hadn't missed her discomfort though and he raised an eyebrow as she asked about his enemies. "I wouldn't say I have too many specific enemies. Though if I ever find out who was behind the incident where holy water was splashed on my mother I would have an enemy for sure," his voice grew slightly more stern as his calm manner changed ever so slightly and he clenched his fist. But he didn't act on the anger, letting it drift off again. He was better than whatever animal had done that. Would not stoop to a level blow what was befitting of him.
"I suppose you could help keep an eye out as you are around the Manor. Absolutely no gods, angels or other beings of divinity are allowed on my property without my express permission. For the safety of all my guests and staff," he said casually. It wasn't usually a problem but some of his people could be quite hurt if such beings paid a visit unexpectedly.
As they spoke the car made it's way towards Grovefire Manor. The ride surprisingly smooth and comfortable for the passengers. Colten pulled out a small notebook, half filled with random musings, story ideas and other notes to himself. His pen scratched against the page as he noted down several names and phone numbers in extremely neat and flowing penmanship. He pulled the sheet from it's binding and handed it to Prae. "Here is contact information for myself and several of my staff. These are private numbers so don't let anyone else have them but if you should need to contact any of us for some reason you have them," he smiled at her in a friendly but sincere way. He knew she probably didn't care whether he was friendly or not but it mattered to him.
