they argued my right to ascension

Trying not to get in trouble and keep to herself? The day he believed that was the day he truly became a fool, one eye lifting ever so slightly though for now at least he remained content to keep such thoughts to himself. He had not known the girl for long, not truly and yet there was...much of her that reminded him of himself in a way he found wholly displeasing. She shared his temper, his stubbornness, much less his unflinching ability to find any scrap of trouble worth finding and as such he holds little stock in her words- at least for now. There was...some pride he supposed, in having a relative with whom he could identify on some level and yet he sees no need to mention such things, his capacity for talk of family, relatives else anything wholly emotional was limited. He despised such talks and unless the girl brought him specific questions he was content enough to pretend his family, to a certain extent, had never existed at all- despite the proof that sat before him. It...bothered him, on occasion, to look at her, to truly look at her and remember everything he desired to forget and yet by that same token he almost relished that nostalgia and the faint, more forgotten memories it stirred of childhood games in a world long since forgotten. His thoughts remain distracted, the golden-haired man appearing at least mildly pensive once more as one hand lowers briefly to his ribs, massaging briefly at what he is almost sure is a fracture in at least one of them, the dark bruise blossoming across his skin and yet he could already feel the healing beginning to work- seeing no need to hide such a thing from the girl whom still believed he held some sort of magical ability to maintain youth.

"Hmm? Oh yes, it will be fine- my rib is fractured I think but the damage is not truly sufficient. It will heal in a few minutes. The process can be a little- uncomfortable though. Nothing to concern yourself with. I'd much rather talk about those mugs."

He is ready to change the conversation, golden eyes fixating upon this single item of disorder within his home, such sharp and ready reflexes, so many years of training assuring that in this regard, even a single pencil out of place is readily seized upon as his gaze returns wholly to the young woman before him with clear expectation. For a moment at least he simply listens, features frowning slightly in discord at her having had someone over, her regard for personal safety clearly not of a satisfactory standard before the mention of a he seems to see a radical shift in the Hunters previously contained demeanour.

What?!

The word is snapped almost like the crack of a whip, Azrael very near out of his chairs within the same moment, wincing slightly at the pressure such an action placed upon his healing rib. A boy? She had....allowed another man into his home with neither his permission nor presence?! Had she no idea of the danger she had placed herself in? Was she this entirely foolish? Had her parents taught her nothing? He does not mean entirely perhaps, for his voice to reach the levels it does. He is angry, truly and yet more so it is born from concern, worry, he had only just found his relative, he had no desire to lose her much less see her suffer at the hands of another man whom may well desire to harm her...because of him. She was a target, delicate, weak, human and yet she seemed so unaware of her own fragility let alone the simple facts of life he was truly unwilling to discuss with her. Things had been different, in his time, there was a standard, a rule, a way in which things were done so far removed from the process of today and yet in some ways the man remains fixed in the time period in which he was born- having failed to modernise perhaps- in some areas particularly. The notion of boys, of appropriateness- clearly one such area.

"Have you absolutely no regard for you own safety or do you do these things just to annoy me? Was it even a human boy? Have you any idea? Or did you just let a fucking vampire into our home? I don't care how apathetic and indifferent he fucking well is, I don't care if he is the president of the damn country club. No one, Calliel, no one comes inside while I am not at home. Is that understood?"

He was...seething, agitation evident in each line of his frame, golden eyes narrowed upon the seated girl, any attempt to calm himself long having failed.

"Do you have any understanding of boys at all Calliel? Do you even know what boys want? I know exactly what they want because it was exactly the same thing I wanted when I was.....er.....old enough to get married."

The correction comes quickly, easily, words hurriedly sweeping over his own sentence, hardly willing to validate such things to her mind nor discuss them with a teenage girl, struggling once more to prevent himself shouting any further, managing an exhale of sorts.

"Calliel. People- even people you trust, might desire to hurt you one day. Supernaturals are predators, all of them, they see human kind as something to be used or exploited however they see fit- even the ones that tell you otherwise. Just don't...damn well do it again alright? Your...parents have explained....boy haven't they?"

He is almost wary now, his final question offered with no small measure of....disdain, truly hoping Kane and Isola had not failed wholly in this regard.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread