In the middle of the day, Kellan decided to get up. Life as a cat afforded that luxury. He had no concerns or worries. He watched the Saints with amusement, and bribed them out of salmon and soy milk. He was lucky. With a stretch he jumped down from the back of the couch where he'd been dozing and made his way to the bathroom.
There he let himself shift into his human form and found himself a pair of jeans and a shirt. The shifting was still easy, but he'd heard from his kin it went harder and harder as one aged. Until you became stuck as cat, or human. All things considered, if he reached that stage he'd prefer to be a cat. An easier life, and if that was to be his sunset he could hardly feel sorry for it.
Kellan knew he had a mortal's life, even with the Sidhe blood giving him longer years. It made him cautious and not so eager to give up spots such as this. He had friends (even if he was selfish and greedy with them) and a warm roof. So whenever the Saints fussed he only rolled his eyes and hid up high. They bounced back, therefor they'd be fine without his interference.
He didn't often consider his future, Kellan was a being of the now, but he was still prudent enough to consider it now and again. But every time he shrugged and knew it would come when it did. Against time, everyone was powerless. So he strolled easy going out of the bathroom and hummed his way into the kitchen. There he'd found the wine the Greek had left behind and salmon to ease his hunger. With the casual grace of his kind he then made his way to the couch and dropped on it.
He opened the bottle and drank straight from it before kicking his feet on the table. It amused him to hear his Saints fuss about his careless nature. Kellan heard much, and kept his own secrets. When the door rang he gave it an annoyed look before rising and opening it, one had still on the bottle.
He titled his head at the woman shaped thing and grinned. "Sup." he had a rule about that one. Steer clear. He wasn't willing to find out how fond she was of him. Or how not fond. He motioned his head and led her in, not even caring she may not know him. He figured the Saints would have explained. "Yo Blondie. Girl's here." He called. He cared not if George heard or came. He'd done his duty, as far as he was concerned.