Morgan caught a glimmer of hesitancy, before Dean gave him the go ahead. The Fae had never believed in the whole 'humans need protection and should therefore be slaves' idea, but it didn't seem fair that the boy's Master had left him in this situation.
Morgan threw the door of the club open, his head turning to the side, as the wind whipped past him. There would be melted snow to mop off the floor, once he got back into the club, but for now all he wanted was to get up to the apartment. He quickly locked up the door of the club and unlocked the one to the apartment stairs. Perhaps it was worth looking into some of those fancy new finger scanners, like his security company kept suggesting.
"Go on up," he said, locking the door behind him. "The door at the top is unlocked, and leads into the main room. You can drop the food and beer by the kitchen."