"They're beautiful, and I bet each of them are wonderful," he said with a smile on his lips. He looked forward to getting to know them. He loved animals and would be exceedingly happy to be around them. At further mention of Acheron he turned his adoring eyes back to his Master, though there was slight confusion as to what exactly Acheron was, he gave a nod. "Of course, Master." He'd keep inside when the black hound was out.
He then turned his eyes back upon the library, his happiness not dimming at all. He was going to like it in here. He'd spend all his free time pouring over the books here, and he had a certain kind of certainty that he may never be able to read all this library held before he died. "I look forward to reading as much as I can."
He went up to his feet at Carrick's urging, all smiles and happy contentment. So very happy. He was with his Master and Home, because Home was where his Master was.
At the mention of Carrick's room and not leaving it for a long time Aran shivered in delight, eager to be taken there for his Master's pleasure. When shown what would be his room his eyes widened and he looked on it in wonder. He'd never had such a fine room all to himself. It was simple, but it was homey and comfortable. Is was more than he could hope for, more than he deserved. His eyes were bright and full of adoration and gratefulness as he turned them up to Carrick. Aran then stepped close, hands at Carrick's shirt front as he pressed close, face pressed to the vampire's chest as he sought just to be close to his Master. "Thank you. It is more than I, a simple slave, deserve."