Pet? The word uttered on a question from his lips as if in sheer disbelief that she would even consider such a thing. But before she could mutter a sound of serious contemplation, the fae had no problem elaborating, a whole bunch of tiny insignificant but revealing details that really did not help his case of not being a pet in her eyes. Fortunately for Braxton, it was that mention of a ball and chain caused a flicker of amusement to flicker within the depths of her eyes. A wallflower who watches, that was also trouble. It prompted a short-lived giggle that slipped free from her lips. He was British and funny (even if that was not his intent). Before she asked a question about what tricks he performed. The fairy took a long, emphasized drag from his cigarette, only to blow it away opposite to where she had linked her am with his own. The whiff of smoke seemed less acrid than his other cigarette at the very least but made her wish to breathe from her mouth instead.

The last of his words were offered on a question if she caught his drift. She gave his arm a careful, comforting squeeze. Fairies were delicate creatures... her mother excluded. But she knew she must not forget her own strength. "My condolences." Morgan chirped and hardly matched the words she just uttered. Morgan decided to take pity on him.

The disgruntled scoff and his expressed discontent was enough to display just how unimpressed he was in his current situation. How long had the discontent been brewing? That question why do something for someone else when he could do it for himself? Caused her eyes to narrow. There was no shame in wanting more... but the hint of betrayal in the air was but an unspoken promise that amused her far less than anything else he had said prior. No one ever suspected the butler. She was quite sure the question was purely a rhetorical one and yet she responded to it anyways. "Oh, there are reasons. The fact that you can't think of any means you don't have them." The vampire was quite certain that his master would not approve of that confession he had spoken to her. Part of her wanted to encourage that act of rebellion even though it was impossible to ever know what came of it.

She led them down yet another street, one she internally dubbed Misery Lane. It wasn't that far of a walk as she was already in the area for her own reasons when she stumbled upon that fae. The street, however, led further down into the depths of a neighbourhood that would seem nice to most people's standards. Her gaze skimmed through the bold numbers on each garage as they walked by. It didn't take long before she found the precise house she was looking for with an even number. 626. There stood a pretty grey and white trim, board and batton two-story house with dark hued doors which also matched the 2 car garage doors. The house looked like no one was home either. Her gaze narrowed before being disrupted by Braxton's words that earned him a sweet, little smile upon her pink stained lips.

He was.... excited about the aspect of danger. Aw. It warmed her little twisted heart to hear that. "Am I ever glad I stumbled on you then. I can't have you all scared stiff as a corpse now, can I? I would hate for you to lose your head when I need it on your shoulders." Those sweetly uttered words were replaced by distraction... The white-haired vampire appeared to stop out of nowhere before a prominent but concealing ornamental bush, disentangling her arm to face him.

"We are here. I hope you are as ready as you claimed to be." She informed him before she moved forward, not bothering to explain as she suddenly changed her appearance before him, darker hair, taller, far curvier just to look every bit like the woman she had seen exit from there before. People and their love of surveillance, like it did anything but provide a semblance of faux safety in their homes.

She strode up the drive way confidently to the front door, finding the hidden key she had watched the same woman she replicated placed beneath that modern planter pot just the other night. It was too easy to unlock the door and slide inside. The alarm wasn't armed, which meant it wouldn't take too long, at least if his schedule remained true. Vampiric hearing listened for a hint commotion, anything to indicate someone inside. No one was home.

".... And we are early." She stated, looking around, waiting for him to join her inside that house or perhaps he would simply take that opportunity to run..

"I do not want to lose out on an opportunity.. I say we take a look around... Where do you think he keeps the interesting things?" Morgan assumed he was there, or she was quite literally speaking to herself. Although she was quite curious what Braxton would find interesting and if it would align with her own.