Vadim found himself smiling, far more to his surprise than anyone else's. This was no fiendish look or something meant to cow. It came out unbidden at Belle's words, like she actually amused him. "Then it is your mother I must chide," he almost chuckled. With her back to him though, at least Belle couldn't see his smile. It was too real and seconds later, he already cleared it from his face.

As they entered the house and then the kitchen, he let his steps surpass Belle's so that he could look her parents right in the eyes. "Good morning, my dear friends," he hummed, his voice all beastly velvet. "I have no interest in breakfast, but I will take a bite since I am here." He, unlike Belle, did not remove his coat, but simply shifted it around his shoulders to adjust to the warmer inside. Not that he minded the cold, finding it familiar. He sniffed at one of the breakfast pots with mild interest, then took a seat at the table.