Desecrate Through Reverence ( Andrew | | Irene )

That laugh of hers was enough to soothe anything within Andrew's mind - almost as if it melted away his worries. He simply followed her in, and hugged her - before going and crawling onto the couch. Oh man, so comfy - my home, he thought, already more comfortable than the Foster Agency. With a happy look on his face, he shot a smile towards Irene, and just lay on his back for a minute. If he didn't know any better, he would fall asleep at any second, but he would try to stay up - for his mother's sake.

"Beautiful, my home. Feels weird to say that, but I like it. Already much more homy and cozy, compared to the Foster Agency."

Andrew said as he sprawled out on the couch, literally rolling around every few seconds.

"I can see you really liked the couch." Irene said with a slight chuckle.

She was happy to be home, and she was glad that she would get to show Andrew around the house, but being home meant one thing that she wasn't very comfortable with. She would have to turn her son. She wouldn't kill him just yet, just give him her blood, but once she did that, if he died, he'd turn, and not having the doppelganger's blood in his system, he'd just become a vampire.

A part of her wanted to just bring it up and get it over with, but another part, the dominant one, was telling her that Andrew would bring it up when he was ready, and so she kept her mouth shut about it.

"Do you want to have a tour of the house?"