Connor chuckled, "this isn't home, I told you, its somewhere I hole up when things get bad. I come down every weekend if I'm not on a job and ride Bessie, but there's a girl near by that loves horses, but doesn't have her own. I let her go to the stable and look after Bessie, let her ride her, take her to riding lessons and such" He shrugged, "My home's in the city. I come down here regularly once a month too, to lock up a young girl who has been cursed to be a werewolf. She didn't deserve it, and I was too late to stop the werewolf attacking her, so I do what I can to keep her...normal. But on the night of the full moon, that can't be done. So I chain her up, prevent her from attacking anyone" He said softly, sobering up as he talked. 

"I store weapons and things here, and if I have to, I trap demons here" He said, shaking his head, "Don't be like that, I'm not going to kill you, but plenty of supernatural beings kill without a thought, and they have to be put down" He said fiercely, "So don't ever say that"

He turned away from her, going to a drawer and opening it, taking out a set of plates, he put them on the bench so he could change them over later, then pulled all the curtains shut tight