Huh. . . . Maison seemed to like you- To like you much more than the others in this forsaken town. . . . Ever since he'd caught you today, he'd made sure to take his sweet time taking you to the house. . . . He'd never had such a. . . . Reactive buyer before. . . . Even if you HAD said that you weren't buying anything today- . . .

He walked at a strangely quick but slow at the same time pace, speaking as you walked, his strangely boney hands digging into your wrist, pausing on certain things that you paused on, letting you look at things- Usually, Maison would HATE someone acting like this, but with you. . . . You seemed interesting- Just your face seemed to tell a story- . . . . . He wasn't sure if he wanted to eat you. . . . It'd be a shame. . . .

Maison was contemplating, to kill you or to not . . . He HAD eaten recently- He didn't exactly HAVE to kill you- But he also was planning to in the start- Huh. . . . It would all come down to your behavior in the house, if you left or if you went inside- . . . .

He came to a sudden stop, making you run into his back, watching you move back, watching you react to the house, grinning still as he gave you the chance to leave, or to come inside- Ah! So, you chose to go inside- And you seemed interested- But you still weren't buying. . . . Maybe he shouldn't eat you- . . . . He tilted his head, leaning closer and watching expectantly as you reacted, speaking slowly, this was what was going to determine if he had to get rid of you or not. . . . .

"Do you. . . Absolutely love this house? . . ."

He said, tilting his head further. . . . . . He knew that he meant that he was asking that about HIM and not the house, but your answer, was about to determine if you keep your life or if you go to sleep forever. . . . .

Maison was staring and staring hard. . . . What do you do? You should choose your words very carefully. . . . .