[center]Kieran was at his wits end. He smiled as Lady Esther continued to talk, though the expression was tight and forced. The blonde noble didn't seem to notice of care, her musical voice continuing to fill the air of the small room they'd been led to. Ryanair could feel the growing tension in their bond, he shifted his left hand until he could touch his sire’s arm. Kieran stilled at the touch, glancing to his right with a crease in his forehead. Ryanair made sure to keep his movements slow and under the folds of gray silk Kieran has worn that day. Fingers trailed up his spine until they settled at the nape of his sire’s neck, Kieran relaxed at the touch. 

“Do pardon me, lady Esther. I hate to bring this fascinating discussion to an end but I have other things to attend to today.” His voice was hard and he didn't regret it, Ryanair hide a smirk as he removed his hand and returned it to his lap. Lady  Esther blinked her hazel eyes as the words processed in her mind. 

The flashing of her eyes had Ryanair tilting his head. He remembered their last encounter, the sting of her palm against his cheek. He'd overstepped his boundaries by questioning why she seemed to fascinated by his sire. Kieran hadn't said anything other then they'd return another time. It had been when the bond was settling and Ryanair was still learning his new fate, Kieran had led him out with a hand on the small of his back. Lady Esther remained silent except for the brightness of her now petal-pink eyes, Kieran rose and Ryanair followed suit. 

Lady Esther rose and moved toward them, her face expressionless.  She paused before them and after a long moment, she reached forward. Instead of slap them like Ryanair thought, she kissed their cheeks before stepping back. 

“I'll send a message later with the information I've aquired about the Moral family.” At the mention of the name, Kieran atiffens and grits his teeth. Ryanair moved toward his sire and quietly took his arm, the name rung a bell but a faint one. Kieran allows himself to be guided out into the corridor, his posture relaxing when it's just them and silence. He sighs and takes the lead, his strides quick and quiet has he navigates through the mansion. Reaching the main doors, he pushes them open and strides forward, Ryanair matching his pace. They reach the carriage and slip inside,  the horse moving as soon as the door is closed.  

They really did have other things to do.[/center]