Austin didn't even knock when he arrived at the house; he swung the door straight open, much to Anastasia's dismay, since she was applying lipstick in the living room. She narrowed her eyes and shot Demitrique the death glare, and in a graceful sway of blonde curls, she disappeared up the staircase. Alec was comfortably seated on the sofa, playing with a television remote. His once dull eyes lit up, and his lips curled up into a grin. "How's the happy couple? Don't tell me you need a new bed already", he said, his topaz eyes glowing with a determination to embarass the both of them. Fawn stopped chopping a steak in the kitchen, and moved to greet Demitrique and Austin. She didn't say anything, but her expression was painted with concern. Phelan was beside her in a second, and if possible, his already chalk-white skin seemed to become even paler. Austin opened his mouth to speak, and then he began explaining, despite the reluctance building up in the pit of his stomach.