Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

He had never been particularly good with children. Perhaps it was a blessing of sorts that, when he was married all those years ago, they had never managed any children. Children complicated things, let alone the very notion of having to deal with them. Especially those that carried even an ounce off his own blood as the one before him did. Calliel as prone to being as hot-tempered as himself and yet- here and now- he was determined to at least attempt a calmer approach. Even if only for now. Azreal determined to retain at least some of the good intention with which he had come here in the first place. Even if her proximity made his very skin crawl. He had gotten used to Serafina, so much so that her presence barely even registered within his senses any more. He slept as peacefully beside her as he ever had and yet other supernaturals still presented something of a problem. His very being desensitized to Sera alone, or so it would seem. Even Raven's presence proving to be something of an irritation to him though he was slowly becoming more tolerable of the dog-wolf thing. Still, it took no small degree of effort to force down those desires. How those within the Mounted Unit managed to work so closely with the creatures each and every day he hardly knew and yet, he supposed, therein lay the very key. They worked with the Werehorses every day. They had become used to them in the same way he had become used to Sera.

That muttered complaint from the girl as he all but let himself into that apartment was ignored. Azrael eyeing that well-used room with a small measure of disdain before making his way over to the couch to lean against its arm. After all, taking a seaton any of the furniture seemed to...familiar somehow. He had hardly talked to Calliel in...well....a long time. Even if he had been making sure she was still alive and well. Her insistence she hadn't done anything wrong prompted that slight roll of his eyes, Azrael assuring her he would know the moment she did. After all, she belonged to the Council now. The details of any crime she committed would be easy enough to find by anyone who worked for the Council let alone a Council member like himself and yet- he could hardly help the fashion in which his gaze narrowed slightly upon her. Was she thinking of committing some sort of atrocity? Surely not. The displeasure she had taken in being referred to as 'owned' had been all but lost on the often irritable hunter. Azrael far more inclined to eye that room around them. Had she really been in here all day?

That near sly grin that seemed to find the girls features however was hardly as easily ignored. Azrael frowning slightly as his golden gaze turned back towards her. His niece evidently querying the very reason for his appearance today. Evidently she believed she was in some kind of trouble and that he was here to 'do' something to her. Did she truly think that badly of him? Christ, maybe he deserved it. Still, if he was here to kill her he wouldn't have waited three damn years to do it! Azrael sighing once more. Calliel seeming to have slightly the wrong idea off that organisation all the same.

"Alexander is the Commander of the Mounted Unit, which means he is in charge off its operations, but he was appointed by the Council, myself and several others, who remain in charge of sending the Cavalry where we think it is needed most. The Cavalry and Alexander still operate beneath the Council so no, Calliel, he cannot protect you from the Council if you manage to do something catastrophic enough that we feel Alexander's discipline would not be sufficient. Yes, he is your commander and you are obligated to obey him because he and his horse outrank you. Alexander will command you as he sees fit and I suspect he will choose the safest option but your ultimate protection and wellbeing comes down to yourself and your own rider."

Alexander's great love for those horses, he suspected, would see the age-old Hunter defend any of them if given the chance and yet Frost alone was perhaps given the most protection by the Macedonian King as his own personal mount- and one who knew how to manipulate that system so well it was damn near agitating. If those data records were correct however then it appeared Calliel had been assigned to Alexander's own protege of sorts. Azrael hardly believing Alex would allow his 'child' of sorts to be put in harm's way. The blonde Hunter taking some measure of contentment in that very knowledge that his own niece, horse or otherwise, would likely fail to be on the front lines. Calliel shifted then to move across the room and find her own seat, Azrael content to remain against the arm of that couch. That silence of sorts settling over the pair for several moments before his gaze turned back to the young woman, inquiring just how she was. That conversation, much as he had suspected, holding a stiffness of sorts to it and yet he had hardly anticipated any less. Conversation, after all, was hardly his strong suit. Still, he had hardly anticipated she might inquire after himself, her arms folding off her chest in a manner almost belligerent, Azrael so struggling not to roll his eyes once more. Maybe she hadn't could grown up as much as he had anticipate. The army would be a shock for her if she was still content to play the pouting child. Azrael, despite himself, almost amused at her gesture all the same. She hadn't changed, it would seem, not in all that time. Calliel as hot-headed as always. Perhaps it truly did run in their blood.

"I'm well enough. Busy. We have some lunatic running around targeting one of our members specifically, her Hunter boyfriend has gone missing in the crossfire and im spending half my time utilising our resources to look for him. The bloody King of Italy and his Prince of a husband decided he wants to live in this city which means we have to keep an eye on that. The Nightshade and Chimera packs have been quiet of late which is nice, I'm currently pretending I don't know how much illegal money is being funneled through that Ark. Tetradore has more side businesses then the fucking Mafia but- his presence keeps the peace in the West for the most part. My girlfriend wants me to take her somewhere fancy so there's that."

Work and Serafina, after all, largely dominated most of his time and attention. Azrael content to share at least some vague details off what his work had entailed of late, one leg folding easily over the other as he leant back against that couch a little more in a fashion almost....oddly relaxed for the man. His tone equally so as he regarded his niece once more.

"I heard you got yourself a job. What happened to your inheritance? You still have that don't you? Why did you get a job? You don't need money do you?"