they argued my right to ascension

It had been a long afternoon, a particularly taxing one at that- what remained of his infamously short patience already pulled taut as one hand rubbed reflexively at his side in an effort to alleviate the pinch he felt with each step as his fractured ribs begun to heal. Fucking vampires. He was behind in his work, he had reports till left to write- reports that would have been done over his lunch break if that ridiculous vampire woman and her day-walking abilities led him on a chase all over town before he'd finally managed to exterminate her at the price of several of his right-side ribs. Each step pinched and pulled beneath his skin, the stairs a particularly taking effort this afternoon and yet he ignored the pain, determined to keep the full extent of it from his features as his key turned within the lock- greeted near instantly by Calliel the moment the wooden door was pushed aside, the girl perched atop the couch in a manner almost...flustered. For a moment the Hunter's golden eyes drifted loosely towards the television, half having anticipated the girl to have been watching some sort of....adult program judging by the look upon her features, frowning slightly as he found it off before offering the girl a somewhat...curious expression.

"Yes hello."

It had been...difficult to adjust to living with another person, let alone a young woman, their conversation often tense, short, his ability to relate in any way to the girl a shockingly limited thing, both attempting to understand the other to a certain extent he supposed and yet woman, at any age, still remained something of a mystery to him. He was used to living alone, to coming home and stripping himself from the bloodied clothing he had taken to concealing beneath whatever jacket he could find to wash in the early hours of the mornings without Calliel seeing. She knew what he was, knew what he did and yet he saw no need to expose her too it any more than needed- going to often ridiculous lengths to hide his weapons or damaged clothing from her. She was already a weakness, one he had never intend upon truly having and the less involved she was with what he did- the better. Maybe five locks on the door was a little extensive and yet, while it may be incapable of stopping a supernatural it may well stall one long enough to allow the girl to escape should she need it. No matter how much she saw fit to complain about his safety measures.

"What have you been doing this evening?"

He was early today, early then normal and her clearly...guilty mood was disagreeable. He was nothing if not direct, one eye lifting slightly before him simply moved to brush past her and into his room, as if giving her a moments reprieve to carefully consider her response, peeling off his jacket and hurriedly storing his weapons. His feet were removed smoothly from his leather boots, the hem of his shift caught beneath his fingers before that too was peeled off and tossed into the far corner of his room to be washed later on before Calliel could catch any sign of the blood that near drenched it, partly his own and partly that of his latest victim. The tall, toned man strode easily back into the living room, collapsing into his favoured chair as he paused to examine his now shirtless form, a large bruise blossoming in sickly purple across his side- golden eyes frowning slightly before managing a sigh of contentment, relieved to be finally off his feet though content to ignore the true extent of the pain all the same. It had already begun to heal, in an hour or so it would hardly be more then scratch. For now however, those golden eyes moved to rest upon his niece- still awaiting her answer from before as feet lifted to rest upon the coffee table, one leg folding over the other before his gaze inclined slightly upward and toward the kitchen, a ready frown marking those ever youthful features now.

He is trained to notice things, quick mind having already seized upon each and every item out of place within his home, the majority of the damage readily attributed to Calliel and yet there was at least one fault her presence alone could not explain.

"Calliel- why are there two mugs in the sink? And....have you been visiting a farm?"

It was faint, barely detectable, noticed only by the fact he had chosen to sit in the very place Frost had sat mere minutes ago- the scent of.....barn suddenly entirely noticeable as one hand moved to pinch at the bridge of his nose in an effort to keep his voice at a reasonable level. Had she had some sort of party? Joined a fucking riding club? Gotten a job in a petting zoo?

"Please tell me you did not let someone else in this house? You know what the rules are and you know damn well why- don't even think about lying. I will know if you do and why on earth are you so....flustered."

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread