"If that's how you want to look at it," Beckett replied dryly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Less entertaining, I'll give you that much." She uncrossed her arms, shoving her hands in her pockets as she obliged his silent request and moved to walk with him. She'd be in deep shit if she was found out for this, but a part of her really wanted to see how Seifer was holding up. In spite of what both he and the world thought about him, he wasn't nearly as bad a guy as he pretended to be sometimes.
"If anyone could annoy their master enough to get kicked out of the house, it'd be you. Let me guess. Somebody who though the power of love and friendship and rainbows could conquer all got a hold of you?" It was no secret that Beckett wasn't the fondest of the slave system, but she did was she did to ensure the safety of those placed into it and make sure rules weren't broken by corrupt supernaturals. The question about how she was doing, however, was an entirely different matter.
"Don't know if you have access to the news, but we have a serial killer on our hands. Vampire. Likes to feed off kids and teenagers," she said, forcibly keeping her voice as flat as she could even as her face twisted into an expression of disgust. "Been a tough couple of weeks."