Tycus nods at your observations. "It is indeed. Liz, you should be fine. The labor is easy and the food plentiful. I have a feeling we will be comrades in servitude." His tail whipped slowly from left to right like clockwork. "I'm in charge of various things in the house. Made by Marcus to return books and push in chairs for the most part my work is invisible and under appreciated but its work and in return I an allowed to exist." He closed his eyes almost able to smile at you. "I don't mind conversation so if your would like to talk and know how to..." He tilted his head to the side and glared at you intently. "You have a soft glow about you. Liz you have magic in you. Did you know this? They are very atrophied. I can help you with that in exchange for a minor spell. I eat magic."