It's so teenaged that the idea delights her--he's over one hundred years old, she's in her mid-twenties, and they both are supernatural monsters...breaking into a house to sight-see. Really, in so many ways, particularly compared to some of their other common activities, it's perfectly innocent, though whether it'll stay that way for long remains to be seen.

So she flashes him one of her million-kilowatt smiles, startled but pleased. "Just locks, yes."

Once they reach the house itself, she looks up at it, and then back at Mitchell.

"Think we can make it in there?"