"You flatter me, Pretty boy. Thank you." Ilya was blushing lightly, so he grabbed Tyler's hand and pulled him inside. "You'll live with me while you're here. Would you like to see our room?"
"Sure!" he replied with enthusiasm, though Tyler was thinking about the words "our room."
Ilya smiled at Tyler's enthusiasm, pulling him down the hall and up some stairs until they reached the room. It was large and well decorated with a plush four-poster bed and a small yet cozy sitting area. Several picture windows let light flow inside, casting everything in a silvery glow. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah! It looks magical. Literally." He looked at Ilya and said, "Although, that's fitting for a faerie."
"It is," Ilya agreed, taking Tyler's hand. "Most of this house was created with my magic. I can change anything you don't like about the rooms, if you would like me to."
"No, it's great the way it is." He beamed at Ilya "So we're both staying here?"
Ilya nodded enthusiastically. "Mmhmm! These are our chambers! Oh- I forgot to tell you the rules! You may wander wherever you like in the house as long as you don't go into the basement or the kitchen."
"Why not?" his eyes were suddenly filled with excitement and curiosity.
Ilya gave him a curious look. "Because I said so," he explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "If you don't obey me, I will punish you Tyler."
"Oh, okay." he looked around the room again. "So what now?"
"That depends on you. Do you need anything, Pretty boy? A bath or some food, maybe?"
"Some food sounds really nice, actually."
"Alright. Follow me then." Ilya pushed open the door and returned to te all, leading Tyler back downstairs to a small dining room. "This is the small dining room. We'll eat together here when I'm not busy."
