Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
On the issue of locational safety, the Beast stared balefully at Beauty for a moment, then finally huffed into his fur and conceded, "Maybe." Fortunately he did not hear Rosalie disavow her own castle, since he had gone back to nosing at the scratches on his chest. He pondered the question of Beauty's father while he did so, but it never resolved itself. He didn't quite remember... but then, it didn't sound totally unlikely, either. Sort of familiar. Maybe he had made such a promise, and just forgotten when the intruders came.
He stood up when Rosalie moved, but he allowed her to skirt the edge of the room and slip out the door on her quest for coffee. He clearly neither liked nor approved of the proceedings, however. He stared at the door a while longer after she left, then coiled back around to where he'd been before. Apparently blissfully ignorant of any such thing as awkward silence, he licked the scratches he could reach, then lay down in the middle of the room, inches from the couch.