they argued my right to ascension

If the Warlock was at all perturbed by the reference to his working life the Hunter provided he hardly seemed to care, offering little more then a shrug by way of response, Azrael hardly caring to delve any further into the man's past employment. All such things were on file anyway if he truly cared to read up on hi companion and yet the depths of Davante's life truly held little fascination for the blonde- his words little more then teasing snark, simply because he can, the man long ago having come to the conclusion that his lack of friends was surely due to his highly personable nature. Then again- did he truly need friends? They only died, or left, or betrayed you in the end- Azrael holding little belief Davante, of all people, would feel any inclination of loyalty towards him and yet perhaps he was right not to, after all, for a high enough price he'd be entirely willing to turn the warlock over here and now should the council desire it. Hmm, perhaps that was why he was one of their favoured minions. The bitter smile he manages to find in regards to his own thoughts lingers barely a moment upon his lips before the warlock manages to claim he satisfied with speed, one eye hiking briefly upward at the amusement that seemed to find its way into his mind all the same- the normally apathetic man managing a soft snort in response.

"Satisfy with speed do you? Your girlfriends must be happy to hear that."

The words are easily shifted, twisted and tossed back at the man with some lashing of humour behind them all the same- and people thought he wasn't funny. That was funny- or so the hunter is inclined to believe, his humour lasting only as long as it took to achieve the next point of conversation. Sex- in any form was generally not a topic the blonde was willing to discuss in any fashion, such things were....personal, intensely so, Azrael a notoriously private creature and yet for the barest of moments it would seem he is at least inclined to offer something, the sort of talk one man might offer to another despite the years it has been since he last shared any such thing with a companion. He rarely spends time with other men outside the council and that is business only, the rest of his days spent dealing with the supernatural or avoiding raven-haired witches to the point he has taken to refusing to go to one side of town entirely. It was...better to leave her be, better to stay entirely out of her life despite every part of himself entirely assured he would prefer otherwise- the current topic of conversation only seeming to further inspire his thoughts to places he is assured they are forbidden to venture. A robot was he? Evelyn would have agreed entirely with that comment. For a particularly agitating individual Davante was not wholly...stupid.

"Thank you, Davante- but machine or not and shocking as it may be for you to comprehend, I don't suspect and of my instincts or needs, as you put it, are to wholly different from your own. Maybe I will live forever, but unlike a fucking vampire I am not dead."

-and some things still mattered, regardless of how much he may attempt to pretend otherwise, some....craving for actual contact with another living being still existed even if he did find himself capable of holding out longer and longer each time before reluctantly having to phone one of several numbers stored away within his contact lists- friends he supposed they were, women he had met throughout the course of his life, the vast majority of them hunters, content to treat everything like a business transaction in as much the same measure as he did- fulfilling a mutual need and little else. How long could he truly pretend such a situation hardly bothered him? He got what he wanted, he supposed- at least, to some extent. He had failed to notice Davante's own moment of silence at his mention of children, he knew, to some extent, of the child Davante had fathered- no more then a single line of the warlocks profile dedicated to that event and yet Azrael had never truly been inclined to spare the emotions of others, remaining somewhat oblivious to the effect his own comment may well have had, merely inclined to feel his own agitation rising at the amount of unrestrained offspring that seemed to be appearing from everywhere. Children had been far less....excitable in his day. How much sugar did this food have in it anyway?

His dislike for children however, did not mean he was willing to see them harmed, Davante's untameable shadow proceeding to hijack the shadow fries of one, Azrael merely eyeing it warily at Davante's refusal to control it, the Hunter long having suspected the man was actually incapable of it. It was hardly surprising really, Davante was wilful, stubborn, headstrong and often obnoxious- why would his shadow be any different? Could it even be injured or harmed? Could a shadow be....removed from someone? A single shake of this blonde head moves to distract his thoughts once more, oblivious entirely to any other aspects of Davante's powers moving about the room, gaze narrowing slightly at the mans description of porn, asking if such a description was suitable.

"It was- satisfactory."

It was little more then a mutter, wholly unwilling to participate in such a conversation in public let alone a restaurant filled with minors, Azrael entirely assured the room could hardly be filled with that many displeased housewives, moving to hand a twenty dollar bill to the other man, eyes rolling softly at his comment.

"Just fucking go Davante."

That he himself had no idea how to order was irrelevant, leaving the other man to deal with such trivial nonsense before attempting to actually decide which of the foods the other man had brought back were actually edible- several of the food items seeming to have been pushed closer to himself despite having no true desire to consume them. The fries however, he was willing to tolerate, eyes lifting briefly at Davante's response to the mention of his sister.

"I attempted to stay away- your sister continued to attempt to produce baked goods and other foods despite my assurance to her I didn't want them."

As for being diseased, well, he was entirely assured the both of them were as unholy and infected as the other with whatever it was that seemed to afflict magic upon certain members of the human race- the conversation fortunately seeming to cease in that moment as Azrael half contemplated the burger before him, golden eyes lifting briefly to note that Davante, at least- still maintained a certain number of fires.

"Are you going to eat those?"

Why the other man had stopped to simply stare the Hunter hardly knew nor found he particularly cared, half expecting the warlock to be attempting to read the children's fun map beside him, the co-ordinates of which were entirely incorrect for any map, the sound of uncertainty Davante offered seeing his features form a frown once more.

"It's not a fucking difficult question now is it? I...what are you doing?"

Why was he standing? Procreate in public? For half a moment Azrael is merely content to stare blankly, evidently of the opinion Davante had consumed far too many fries, his mind seeming to have malfunctioned before the young man managed to turn, eyes widening slightly at the almost excessive amount of women moving towards him, one proceeding to attempt to grapple with Davante as another managed to get her hands upon his shoulder, fingers sliding down his chest in a manner he was hardly inclined to appreciate- hurriedly moving to stand.

"Excuse me, but you have children- is that really an appropriate thing to say with children present? You are very clearly married and I have no intention of condoning that sort of....relationship with you and if you want to....pt your lips on something I recommend these overly sugary drinks this establishment provides, I....oh fuck."

There were more of them coming, well over half the restaurant seeming to be hurriedly rushing towards him, more then one beginning to strip clothing from their bodies. Why on earth were they doing this? He had...attracted women before, yet never in this capacity or with this much boldness, half of them seeming entirely out of their minds before Davante's nod was noticed, the other man proceeding to shout some sort of combat-movie like sentence before proceeding to take off. This- Azrael is assured, is linked entirely to him, a hiss of sorts managing to sound between clenched teeth before a rush of speed sees him appear beside the other man, pressing the door open to follow him into the playground area.

"What did you fucking do?! Make them stop! I am not taking cover in that foul ball pit of venereal disease!"

The collision of far more then one desperate mother attempting to get through the glass door saw the Hunter throw himself backward, attempting to keep it closed, hand reaching down to grasp a tray from the ground- jamming it across the door in an attempt at a momentary barricade- that was hardly going to last long, the women slamming against it now with force. How Davante intended to get them out of an enclosed playground with one door he hardly knew, his tray barricade rapidly beginning to lose effectiveness, the sounds of crunching plastic already echoing before his gaze moved reluctantly towards the ball pit- one hand reaching out to grasp the collar of Davante's shirt.

"If I am going in there- so the hell are you!"

It was hardly difficult to launch the other man, tossing Davante head first into the ball pit before following with something of a dive himself- the colour balls far.....deeper then he had anticipated, head surfacing a moment later, unsure as to whether to attempt to swim or walk before facing the door once more, waiting for Davante to end his drowning façade and pay attention- one ball grasped firmly in each hand before managing to eye to warlock once more.

"This- is the fucking stupidest situation I have ever been in and I blame you entirely, why is it whenever you are around something goes wrong? Either make them stop or arm yourself with one of these bacteria ridden balls- they can only get through that door about two at a time and while I have next to no faith in your aim you can at least try- or I will drown you in here."

One ball is rather unceremoniously pelted at Davante's head a mere moment later, the disgruntled Hunter reaching for another before the tray finally manages to break- the first two women managed to break through in their barely dressed attire, Azrael's first projectile launched with perhaps far to much force and accuracy to collide solidly with the woman's forehead- dropping her almost instantly. Well- that's what she got for being unfaithful to her husband. Another woman replacing her just as quickly.

"Open fire!"

If he wasn't arrested by the end of the day he would be entirely surprised.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread