The entire afternoon passed from behind closed doors. Hours of it and not once did Vadim brave exiting his bedroom chamber. How could he? Every ounce of him strained to hear the sounds of soft footfalls on the opposite end of the manor. What did Belle do? What did she think of his home? He needed to know though he could never ask himself. Finally though, he couldn't hide any longer. The faithful clock struck its hour and in his head, he counted off each one. Six. He couldn't deny that clock, so he slipped out of his room, pausing to hear any signs of his new house guest. Finding none, he swept down the great carpeted staircase and back behind it to the left. The dining room itself was opposite on the left side of the stairs, but he entered the kitchen proper where he yanked food out of the pantry with all the thoroughfare of a beast. He did not think of Belle and her expectations, instead thinking only of what he was used to.