Such an array of ideas left the fairies lips as to why he thought she was here. "What exciting possibilities. But I must inform you. You are wrong. You have such a vivid imagination for a butler. I think I want to hear more of your ideas when this is done." She declared, not giving him a hint. She was curious just how hands on he would get. Well, that had yet to be seen. But one thing was to be certain that the fairy butler's presence certainly added a new element to this situation she didn't seem to mind. But it was such a gamble.

The shapeshifting vampire watched the leather clad fairy closely as his eyes darted around the room, looking for clues for his task at hand. That time limit was like a metaphorical clock she swore she could hear ticking away. It certainly spiced up the ordeal. It was always amusing to see what someone could do under pressure. With all he had spoken of himself, it was time for him to walk that walk. He hardly seemed phased by the task as he already began to try and sort through his problem at hand, almost a little too casual. Tick tock.. She thought as she meandered through the cluttered room, flitting about as she ran a finger along the surfaces that required a good cleaning if she was being critical.

She was almost curious what the fairy butler might uncover with that given challenge. A perfect way to spend the time while she waited for owner of that home to arrive. Although distracted, she did not linger long before she turned her attention back to the fairy whose shuffling feet could clearly hear not too far away. He did not stray too far. The scent of him filling the room. It was his inner musing that were vocalized that drew her in, as she decided to ignore her own pursuits and follow him instead just as he dipped into the depths of the study. Her hips sashayed to her own broken tune in her mind as she was curious what he might actually find, or rather, what he was looking for. The fairy moved to the bookshelf first, lined with books she highly doubted the man even touched. It was all for show.

Yet he seemed to be looking for something in particular even if she could not guess what that was. She watched as he slipped on a glove that she had not seen where he had pulled it from. All just so he could fondle those books. How utterly perplexed the vampire was, nor did she hide it from her face as she did not stop herself from asking.

"What are you looking for?" Morgan inquired, blinking as if she was simply missing something only the fairy knew. "A first edition on the shelves?" She abruptly crossed that room and drew to the fairy's side as if she could figure it out without him. She was growing bored of the form she had stolen and yet she managed to push that pestering little thought from her mind as she tried to spy upon him none too subtly.

Morgan's eyes then trailed across the wealth of spines before she plucked a thick book for herself, it was old, but not old enough to be of any actual value. "The Brother's Grimm.. this one is one of my favourites." She had all but grinned flashing fang as she swiftly found herself a perch upon the edge of that sturdy oak writing desk, sitting in a manner that was all too feminine, book sprawled across her upper thighs. "Just let me know if you need me, you look like you could use a little help. The clock is tick, tick, ticking away though." Those words were near sung playfully, gesturing vaguely toward what he was looking at, although it was impossible to know if she would have actually been useful or not. She swung her legs that dangled off the side back and forth as a single finger caressed the pages of one of those dark and delightful tales.