"I do. I have a whole big house all to myself because I'm an orphan with only my uncle around - well, when he feels like it," Tristan snapped, still very sensitive to the fact that the entirety of his family aside from Jac was dead. It had only been a little over a year or so, after all. There was also his vampiric ancestor but he had no idea where that old undead dude was these days and he didn't count.

"I wouldn't want you doing any sort of grunt work for me, even if it was something as simple as brushing my hair. Keep the rock, I want nothing from you, you foozler." He moved to leave, not bothering to even try to pick up the rock.

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