Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

He could hardly help that near exasperated snort that left his lips in the wake of Calliel's apparent belief he had managed to gain a girlfriend through some sort of...imprisonment of whatever woman he could find. Wonderful. His own niece so evidently believed him to be some kind of....whatever. It hardly mattered. Azrael content to scowl all the same as he offered that assurance Serafina was by no means being coerced into their relationship. Besides, it was hardly Calliel's business all the same just what he did. Azrael, for once, simply trying to....talk to the girl. An effort she seemed largely oblivious off. That near sly look he was rewarded with from the young blonde woman readily saw his own gaze narrow. Now what? That sudden, teasing assurance that his words had implied he had, once, frequently taken to locking women in his apartment prompted that near withering look from the Hunter in turn. This was so exactly why he refused to deal with children on most occasions. They were ridiculous. Calliel taking an evident delight in picking apart his words even if he suspected she had hardly meant any true harm. Azrael, after all, had eternally been a poor teasing target. The often irritable Hunter largely un-inclined to see the amusement. Calliel offered little more than a sharp, dismissive snort by way of response. Azrael content to fold his arms across his chest in turn and direct that conversation elsewhere and towards those people whom had once claimed to being looking after her. Azrael hardly surprised by that revelation they had made some sort of play for her trust fund.

That depth of his golden gaze turned back toward his niece then, the Hunter intent to inquire as to whether Calliel still saw those very people. He suspected she had cut all ties with them and yet, they had still played a part in raising her all the same. It would hardly be unthinkable to consider she might still converse with them in the very least- even despite his own assurance such a thing would be a decidedly poor idea. Azrael still distinctly inclined to feel at least some modicum of...protectiveness over the girl even if he suspected she neither desired nor cared for it. Family was a truly difficult thing to abandon entirely after all. The hunter at least determined to assure himself she was hardly still at risk of having that very trust fund pulled out from beneath her. That sudden near scowl he was fitted with however, was entirely unexpected. Calliel's own arms proceeding to fold over her chest before the woman darkly declared that she had cut all ties with them. His query so somehow having been taken as an insult by the naturally defensive young woman. Calliel proceeding to glare at him for several moments afterward in that very effort to imply, he suspected, that he was on the verge of being tossed from her life in much the same fashion for his apparent lack of care. Young adults, he had decided, were prone to dramatics. Azrael so further attempting to bite back the words that danced on the tip off his tongue. This, by far, the most patiences he had ever displayed for any individual.

"If you had need of me you know where I live too- and you have my phone number."

He offered near dryly. After all, 'visiting' went both ways. Calliel holding near every opportunity to have come to his home in turn if she had desired it, much less to use her phone. Azrael refusing to accept the entirety of that blame. In the least he had had that effort today, even if he was distinctly beginning to regret it. Still, he supposed, he had assured she was alive and well. That conversation shifting again to her work with that Mounted Unit and the apparent disdain those other horses took within her presence. Azrael frowning slightly at that information. The Hunter never before truly considering those horses (outside of Calliel) had any real....feelings at all. Horses were horses after all and yet.....his niece was veritable proof such a manner of thinking might be somewhat distorted. Still, the very idea of horses playing at school yard gossip was ridiculous. His tenuous connection to her so apparently having only further hurt her chances with her...co-workers? Was that even the bloody word? Whatever they were. Frost as her Maker so apparently hindering her in turn. Azrael frowning all the more in that consideration.

He hardly understood that business of WereHorses, much less cared too and yet he saw those reports all the same. Frost and Alexander having, so far (rather annoyingly) proven to be incredibly popular among both the Hunter and Equine population of that unit if only for those changes the pair had brought about. Even Azrael inclined to admit the improvements in efficiency and functionality Alexander and Frost had employed were....significantly better than anything that had come before. Would not her connection to Frost and Alexander both endear her only more to those other equine? What on earth had she done to make them so apparently disdainful towards her? Did an army even have time for such petty politics as this? His own head shook, dismissing those thoughts. This, after all, was hardly his area of expertise, nor did he desire it to be. Azrael content to merely suggest she stop telling people about her connections if they were harming her so. This so evidently not the answer Calliel had anticipated. Her features flushing slightly then as she spoke.

"I have had nothing to do with the Mounted Unit since...christ....Russia and that was six...maybe even seven years ago. How any of them have any idea who I am, let alone know my name or my connection to you I really don't know. I also fail to see why it would matter, every horse in that Unit has connection to a Hunter, many of them far more...infamous than me- they shouldn't be giving you a hard time..."

His head simply shook. Perhaps it was a point hardly worth arguing even despite how illogical it surely sounded. He hardly spoke to those horses after all. Perhaps they did dislike him. Perhaps they disliked Frost in turn even despite those reports stating otherwise and that stunt in Iceland the stallion had pulled. Maybe Calliel was right. Yet, that unit had over five thousand horses within it. Surely she could manage to befriend one of them? Find a common interest? Find a pack off her own? Making friends was hardly his strong suit in turn and yet he...tried for that advice all the same. Gruffly offered though it was. Azrael so consistently tending to fail in those more emotive matters that might require a more gentle, consistent approach. Calliel evidently taking that advice decidedly poorly in turn before insisting those war horses were uppity and had cliques. Azrael content to stare near blankly at her for several moments. Uppity horses? His head shook once more. This far more out of his depth then he cared to comprehend. Calliel, it seemed, hardly required his attempts to help all the same. Azrael content to ease up from the sofa then. One hand running through his hair.

"I have to start work soon so I better go. I.....It was good seeing you, at least. Look, you can always...call or...visit....or whatever if you need something, alright? I'm sorry I haven't been around so much but....I'll try to be. If you need anyway."