Kila simply smiled but when she turned to her father his expression made her raise a quetstioning eyebrow. What could he possibly thinking about while looking like the cat that ate the canary? She brushed the thought away and then became submerged in her own thoughts, blushing faintly at the X-rated contents, but when one was an erotic novelist it was part of the job. Exactly why she'd choosen erotica as her subject and focus she could not fathom, but the images, ideas and stories ran wildly through her mind sometimes; when she had been younger just an 8th grader she had stumbled upon her mother's collection, and since then well it was history.

"Well Trace, Kila seems to be very adament that you stay with us. You are welcome to stay for as long as you need and like, and while you are here think of us as family if you like. And we can get started on the training at dawn, so make sure you get plenty of sleep tonight." Clarence said and ignored his wife purposely. He wasn't sure what the kid's story was exactly but it could be nothing good if Kila was asking for them to shelter him. Kila sent a bright smile in her fathers direction and was happy to see that he wouldn't be asking any questions, but her mother... well dad could deal with her.

"See I told you he was cool." Kila whispered to Trace with a side glance towards her mother, and grimaced slightly. That had set her off, and they were not sure when she would explode. She didn't want Trace around that.