This lesson was not going well. In fact, Treat was certain he had actually lost some ground. Why he thought adopting a teenager was a good idea was beyond him. Except that was it exactly, he didn't really think. Kenna was a kid who needed his help and it didn't hurt her case that they were related. It was almost instinctive. Which was why he hadn't asked questions. He didn't care what she'd done. Treat was beginning to reconsider that decision. "Did you just call me a freak?" Treat was sort of taken aback by the offhand comment. Everyone knew he had eight cats but he'd never really considered that made him particularly unusual. It wasn't like he was one of those people on those shows with the hoarding problems.
"I am not going in there, Kenna," Treat said firmly. "We can stay up all night while you try and convince me that it's the right course of action but you're just going to be wasting your breath. There isn't anything anyone could do at this moment in time to make me touch that door." It wasn't that he was afraid of...okay, he was afraid of Tanith. But she was an elemental and a witch and he was a dream eater. His most flashy ability was turning into a cat. And not a terrifying one at that. "There exist things like principles and morals and, clearly, we need to have a discussion about these at a later time. March your butt back to bed, young lady."