Caelan blew out the candle in his hand. He didn't need it any longer. But he kept the candle in his hand. He heard somewhere on the streets where if you had something in your hand when you punched someone, the punch would be harder than if you punched him with nothing in your hand. Caelan didn't think they meant a candle but that was all he had in it at the moment, so it would have to do.

He approached closer to the older boy, sizing him up every step he took. He probably was stronger than Caelan was. it didn't help that he had a little brat with him who could help him in the fight either. Two against one, and Caelan was drunk. He looked up for a brief moment asking the Lord why he couldn't make anything - anything at all - easier for him. But considered the fact that he had been in this house for a rather long time already without any break ins, so actually - He decided to focus on the matter at hand.

"I came in through the front door. Can you say the same thing?" Caelan asked. "How did you get in here anyway? Did you break a window? There better not be any broken glass on the floor!" He understood partly that the floor was already dirty as it could possily be, but he didn't need any broken glass on it. A large welcome sign in a window for anyone else to climb into. He would have to take a look at the windows, he thought. And probably lock all of them too.