A ghoul to live here with him? Where would they sleep? There were only two bedrooms, his and Henry's, and he couldn't just move himself into his sire's room. They couldn't just sleep on the floor. Then again, Rhys did that often enough in this very room. The one bookcase that had cabinets hid a pile of blankets and pillows, neatly folded and put away. That wasn't what he should be worrying about, though. Not really.
Moving to a new place, closer, would be an... okay situation. It wasn't what was preferred but he needed to think about this like a grown up, not a clingy child. How often was he going to have that same conversation with himself? He did feel like a child, and he was. In many ways.
The worst was saved for last, it seemed. He was already shaking his head at just the word chantry. There was no way he was going to go there. From what he knew of it already, it wasn't a place he wanted to be, especially with the way that Amadeus had already spoken of Sethius. He should probably meet the man at some point, as he was Primogen, but he didn't want to now. Not for as long as he could. It was made even more obviously a bad deal with that look from his mentor to Ariel. "I don't want that." The strongest statement he'd made the whole night, the strongest decision.
Enrolled in classes, sure, yes, but being taken up in the chantry, no.