"Make note, you're expected to sit at the head of the table, even without guests." Seraph said softly. "You don't have to, but it's expected." She never looked him in the eye. She spoke in a soft but respectful voice.
A smile came to Stark's lips when Seraph gave her opinion on how things usually were. "Well I don't think I've ever really done what's expected of me." he admitted, taking small bites of the foods to make sure he would like them. When he was satisfied with the taste he started eating bigger mouthfulls.
Seraph shook her head, moving to start cleaning up the kitchen, just a room away. She seemed tense and afraid, and didn't want to speak even to give orders. She just cleaned it all herself, without help.
Stark could see the tension in Seraph and though he really wanted to clean up or at least help clean up he didn't. He figured it would be best just to go upstairs for the night and get some sleep. He had to get up early to work on the stables anyway. So when Stark had finished his dinner he got up and went up to his room.
Seraph finished and went to his room, knocking on the door. She did not wait for an answer, or for him to get the door, but entered. "Stark, I need to talk to you." She said, seeming very troubled but on a mission.
When Stark heard a knock he was over by the doors of his balcony, staring up at the sky. He was in his casual pajamas already from before dinner but frowned when Seraph just walked in. "Yes you can come in." he said, turning to watch her. The moonlight came in beautifully and made him look like a dark figure since he had no light in the room.
"It's my house, I can go where I want, unless told otherwise." Seraph said, crossing her arms. "Stark, what do you plan on doing here? You could leave at any time you wish, and I'd keep the mansion. Probably search for some other desperately poor man and try to start up a new contract."
"For such a nice sweet girl that you try to sell yourself as you're really rude." Stark said, crossing his arms as well. "Well I'm sorry if that's what you want but I have no other place to go." he said, staring straight at her with no wince or flinch. "I thank you to let me stay here and I ask you to leave the room so I can sleep. I won't bother to say it's mine since it's obviously yours." Stark didn't sound angry or mean really, just very very irritated.
Seraph sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry. I feel really vulnerable, and when that happens I end up lashing out and trying to push others away. I just...I'm afraid, Stark. I don't know if I can trust you. As I've said, I never die but I can feel pain. Lots and lots of pain."
Stark only watched Seraph as she sat on the bed. He listened to her, trying hard not to judge her because he knew all too well what pain and hurt was like. He'd suffered a lot of grief from losing people he loved. "You don't have to trust me. I can understand not trusting." he said quietly, not moving from his stance. "But I'm not going to leave here. And I won't change your contract. I gave it back to you after all." he pointed out.
Seraph took the contract out and sat it on the bed. "Companionship means everything to me, Stark. You cannot stay here without at least being my friend. Otherwise...it just hurts."
"I told you I would be your friend. This... Is just a lot to take in." Stark told her not even glancing at the contract. "And I don't want your contract. I told you I don't want to change it so I don't need it." he slowly let his arms fall to his sides. "So..." Stark was unsure of what to say at this point.
"I want you to keep it with you for a while." Seraph told him, standing. "I'm sorry I'm bothering you. My peace of mind tends to outweigh the need to leave others at peace. After all, you only have to deal with your pain so many years. Me? An eternity." She started to walk out, unless he'd stop her.
Stark wouldn't let her stop from leaving because he sort of wanted her to leave so he could get some sleep. "Alright. I understand hurt. I don't want to hurt you." he spoke in a promising voice as he took the old document carefully and went to place it in one of his empty drawers that he had where it would be safe.
Seraph left him in peace but she never went to bed. She stayed up all night reading, cleaning, writing, and walking soundlessly and aimlessly through the mansion. The horizon lit up with a coming sunrise and she started on breakfast. If Stark didn't eat, the servants could use a nice meal.
The next morning Stark was up once again well before the sun was up. He didn't both bathing for he'd have to do that after his day of hard work. Instead the male dressed in his working clothes and slipped out of the mansion into the cold, dark morning and headed to the stables. "Hey." he whispered to his two horses who looked to just be getting up as well. "Let's get you tied up to the tree so I can fix up your home." he told Singer and Dancer as if they were people instead of horses.
Seraph soon appeared outside, watching him from a distance. She longed to go to those horses and pet them and ride them...but he probably wouldn't allow it. And she doubted he'd let her get her own horse anyway. She sighed, looking away sadly.
Stark had just tied his two horses up when he felt eyes watching him. The sun wasn't up yet so he couldn't really see much in the distance. "Hello? Is someone there?" he called in the direction of Seraph. If the girl wanted to be around him while he worked he wouldn't object. All she needed to do was ask.
"It's just me." Seraph called to him, coming forward and lighting a lantern. "Regardless of if it's in the contract or not...I watch over those who stay in my mansion."
Stark knew it was Seraph as soon as he heard her voice. “Oh.. Very well.” He wasn’t disturbed by her appearance and remembered her saying that she liked horses. Sticking to his word to try and be friends with the immortal said. “You’re welcome to keep my horses company while I work on the stables. They’re nice and tame.” He added though Stark kept their manes long. The white one was Singer, girl. And the black one was Dancer, boy.