Akakios watched them like a hawk, enjoying the way they struggled with it and so very sure that he'd been right. His lips turned up in a slow smile at her confirmation, humming thoughtfully as he looked between them. And then he just laughed, finally relaxing his posture.
"Well aren't you quite the pair? You must tell me how that came about someday," he insisted lightly, moving away easily to no longer cage them back against the door. In a small way he was certain he'd already won and felt no need to physically keep them from leaving. He'd already decided he would keep them and keep them together, even if they were just to be his possessions.
"So all the way from Whitesands? That's quite the journey on foot, but I assure you Featherfall is much nicer and very worth the trip. You'll be taken care of well here. I assume you're probably tired from your journey, hm?"
Kynton relaxed slightly once the vampire had moved away, no longer paralyzed by fear or silently terrified that something ill might befall them. He didn't trust the man, not one bit, but at least he wasn't being outwardly hostile. And he was tired. So very tired. It was okay to let his guard down a little, right?
He shakily reached to hold Bella's hand, squeezing it lightly in silent thanks for saving him from potential disaster. "Yes, very. Is there anywhere we could sleep? We've been walking all day." Maybe he would take pity on them for that.
Akakios frowned slightly, a little worried that Lucas had rushed them over just to leave them worn out, but he supposed some good rest before he saw what they were really all about as magical creatures would be acceptable. They would have plenty of time for that, after all. "Certainly. I'll have a proper room prepared for you but my servant will take you to something temporary, just a guest room I'm afraid."
The young woman from before poked her head back inside now that the coast was clear and she'd been summoned back. "Downstairs or upstairs, sir?" she prompted him quietly.
"Upstairs." He waved his hand dismissively for them to follow her before returning to his seat at his desk. "We'll get you rested and fed, then we can talk again. Sleep well," he bid them.
Kynton was in no mood to linger, grunting his thanks and turning with his head downcast to follow after the servant in total silence. He didn't want to speak again until they had more privacy, though he didn't realize there really wasn't such a thing as total privacy in the vampire's home.