they argued my right to ascension

Damon, he thinks, is not nearly so stupid as he looks, the vampire sharper and more intelligent than Azrael was truly willing to give him credit for, his confident, easy manner doing little save for grating against what remains of the blonde Hunter's often delicate strings of patience. There was always a cocky one, always one willing to argue with words though truly Azrael doubted Damon would be unwilling to back up his speech with fists should it come to it- the man holding little concern for any fighting ability the other man possessed all the same. He had capabilities, powers, that much was assured, the hunter having witnessed a number of them outside the hotel on that fateful evening and yet between his own well-honed skills and capability for speed that surpasses even the swiftest of vampires he was willing enough to take his chances against the other man should it come to that. If anything, perhaps, he should have paid only more attention to the vampires upon their previous meeting, his mind having ignored them to some extent, offering them only the attention they needed in that moment without offering them a true analysis as he surely should have. Instead he had been somewhat...absorbed with attempting to push Sera only further away from him, attempting to rather desperately salvage what scraps of defence he still maintained against the alluring dark witch to blanket whatever interest he held within her and hide such a thing from prying eyes. It was his....regrettable interest within that woman alone he sought to keep hidden, curious perhaps, to know how much either vampire had witnessed of such a thing, the Council hardly needing to know about his....slip up in that regard.

A slip he did not intend to make again, the man already...furious at himself for it, some of his temper perhaps slipping into the rather curt words he is content to offer the vampire pair as Isolt sees fit to attempt to derail his plans for the evening. Damon, at least, seemed to possess some modicum of sense, more willing to appease him then his red-haired companion. Why was it so that women, of any species, were so determined to argue with him? Could she not just allow him to do his job? Was it too much to ask that he have one simple task to complete so he could simply go home? It is unfortunate, really, that her confidence seems to so bleed into her companion, the rather un-subtle threat he offers seized upon by Damon in that moment- the vampire seemingly content to threaten him with his very own organisation, a sharp snort managing to force it's way free.

"Make all the phone calls you desire, Leech, vampire sympathizers- no matter the age are not looked upon entirely favourably either. Besides, the Council is not going to take your word over mine if it comes to it- if I say you're a danger to the human population then you are, if I say there were unfortunate human casualties as a result of your ability to glamour having convinced them to serve you then so be it. Do not press you luck further then you are pressing it. I don't give a damn what organisation, club, group or charity you fucking support. Your still an unholy creature of hell."

The words are delivered with such disarming calm, smooth and simple upon his lips as he moves to take another sip of the drink he has been offered, brushing Damon off as if the man is little more then an irritating little flea on his skin. He is beginning to remember, rather rapidly, why he disliked this man so much. It was almost laughable really, the words the vampire offered. He supported high school kids wanting to make a life for themselves did he? A life he would surely only proceed to take away in a few days or months or years, whenever his next hunger surge decided to strike. It takes barely a moment to truly assess the vampire's words however, his own senses further extended, the lack of vampire staff rather evident and yet his own words were true enough. If Damon truly did decide to play the 'council card' with him then he was entirely content to play his own hand. He had been loyal to the Council for years, longer then he truly should have been and yet with that loyalty had, at last, come a certain amount of sway should he need to utilise it.

His own attention is returned briefly to Isolt, his features softening perhaps ever so slightly upon the woman whom still seemed so...human in some regards. She had been a vampire for barely a month when he had first met her, some part of himself almost inclined to like the woman whom had shown some momentary emotion for himself. It was ridiculous, really, to believe a vampire actually held emotion and yet her newness perhaps had allowed him even the barest of moments to see the person she had been before she had been...changed against her will. Her plight was unfortunate, yet no different to so many others, he could hardly save them entirely after all and yet she was perhaps- the very epitome of humanity in all it's caring, emotional capacity- or had been, once. With each passing day she only became more and more the monster she was deigned to be- less and less the person she should have. It was...regrettable truly. Perhaps he shouldn't care, not after all this time, not after seeing so many humans change and fade and become murderous killers or untameable animals and yet- despite his attempts at indifference, an indifference he wore as a truly potent shield- some part of him still felt.....something for each human being he lost. Once, a long time ago, he had been a genuinely caring person. Life however, had a rather remarkable ability to destroy such a thing.

"I do not want any of your pie, I assure you."

Hungry or otherwise he had no desire to eat anything made by a vampire lest it suddenly fountain blood or some other body part. It would hardly be the first time a vampire had played such a joke upon him. Evidently however- the supernatural world had no ability to listen when he refused food, Isolt, evidently displeased with even the compromise Damon offered, marching off to retrieve the pie he didn't ask for or want- even if his stomach disagreed. The pie appears barely a few moments later, golden eyes narrowing slightly upon it as if truly expecting it to burst into a bloodied heap despite its seemingly....apple-like appearance. Did they truly expect him to eat this before they gave him this tour? Could they not just get it over with? He managed another sigh of sorts, reaching for his drink once more- oblivious to the magical infusion now within it before lifting it to his lips- unwilling to admit he did not wholly despise it. Such a drink on am empty stomach however- was bound to have rather rapid effects. He supposed he was hungry, if only slightly, pausing to examine the pie in much the same manner as he had the drink before reluctantly taking a bite.

Hmm.

Maybe it wasn't terrible. Not that it mattered. Bribery was hardly going to improve the score of his report. If anything he was rather assured they were stalling although why he didn't know and for once remained somewhat uninclined to bother discovering it. He had time to eat a pie he supposed, reaching a final time for what remained of the drink before returning to finish the pie, his hunger perhaps getting the better of him, leaving the vampires to talk as he does before returning the fork to his empty plate.

"Unless you have any foods you want to attempt to distract me with, could we please get this over with now? In...just a minute."

The room very near seemed to spin, golden eyes blinking momentarily as he remained seated, a few strands of white gold hair brushed aside as he attempted to gather himself once more. He had hardly had that much to drink had he? He simply moved to shake his head ever so slightly, managing to stand now, leaning back against the bar to keep himself steady all the same and hide any signs of his sudden dizziness.

"You vampires suck, did anyone ever tell you that? Oh. Suck. Ha, vampires suck, you really do with the whole feeding thing- get it? People think I'm not funny, I'm funny when I try. Can we just do this thing...."

Someone, it would seem, is not entirely sober anymore, the man not wholly sure he remembered what thing it was he wanted to do- attempting to conceal that all the same amidst his rather...terrible attempt at a joke.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread