(Minion's POV)

He glowered at me, brow furrowed. I stalked out of the bedroom and down the stairs, tired of shuffling around the midget bedroom. Charon followed me from a casual distance.

"Amata's dad is the tyrant lord of the vault," I snapped in defence of myself, scrounging through the food stock for something mildly appetizing. "He's a bastard, and I'm going to kill him. Remember how you killed your former boss? Well, that's what I'm gonna do. He's no fucking angel. He had a close friend of mine beaten to death for no god damn reason."

"Jonas," said Charon.

"Yeah..." I watched him closely, trying to recall a time when I might have let that slip out. The fight with my dad came up, and I figured I might have in the midst of my angry rant.

"I thought you were deadset on apologizing to your father today."

"Hey, come on! This is more important than that. Lives are at stake here." And I can't wait to get my revenge. "I'll get to it right after, 'kay? The vault's right around the corner from this place, anyway. It won't take long at all."

"You're going to get yourself killed, the way you go starting up trouble like this," he sighed, taking a can of Pork n' Beans from me and opening it with his knife.

"Charon, jeez, stop worrying. I'm capable of..." My mind went blank. "...stuff, you know." I took back the beans and plopped them into a waiting bowl that had been sitting on one of the shelves.

"Stuff?" he chuckled. It made me feel good to hear him laugh. "Well, for the things other than 'stuff,' I'll be here to aid you."

"Thanks, pal." I held out a box of InstaMash for him and he took it with a nod of approval. I watched him as he gently tore it open and poured the flakes into his own bowl. I took out a bottle of water and handed it to him. "Red," I started, trying to keep my expression as neutral as possible, "what's your opinion on ghoul-human relationships?"

He winced, spilling some of the water onto the shelf and floor. Then he gave me a suspicious look. "Why?"

There was no hiding the blush this time. He'd seen it. Had to have. It was too quick and I was too stupid. "Just curious, you know," I stammered, turning back to my beans and leaning uncouthly against the fridge. I attacked the food with a mostly-clean fork. "I mean, like, I've been around a bit, and I haven't seen any couples like that. Seems like there should be, 'cause nobody seems to have any, um, you know, restrictions out here. Thought you might have an interesting view on the topic."

He just smirked and kept his mouth shut.