Azrael

Only Fools Walk Where Angels Fear To Tread

He was almost glad, really, for that distraction of Serafina's new protege to pull his attention away from the continued conundrum that was Tetradore and most of the Nightshade pack as a whole. How that man continued to have a non-existent infraction record remained to be seen. Evidence seemed to indicate someone within the Council was helping him and yet who or why remained to be seen. There had to be another explanation, somehow. Maybe he could question the man about it. In the least he would know the moment the man lied and yet that required him to get Tetradore alone and without Tobias- a feat in itself. Let alone prompting the man to talk at all. Maybe not. Azrael shook his head lightly, dismissing the thought only to offer the young witch some indication of just what he did for a living- what most Hunters did really- and their role within the supernatural world. In the very least, if he couldn't fix her stupidity- he could solve her ignorance of the world around her. Maybe next time she would hardly stand about on a dock in the early hours of the morning waiting for someone to gun her down. Her directions readily saw him change lanes. Azrael moving to follow that planned path. His head nodding at her query on whether or not he knew where those townhomes were. Azrael distinctly familiar with nearly every part of the city if only because he spent so much time chasing fool's all over it.

That sudden question from the woman behind him momentarily prompted that flicker of his golden gaze upward and toward that rear view mirror to allow him to meet her own gaze. Azrael frowning slightly at the notion that he might be considered a supernatural. Maybe....technically.....it was true and yet somehow he found the idea of being compared to the likes of vampires and Were in the very least to be.....disagreeable. Serafina was quick to offer an answer all the same, one he found he could hardly disagree with. Hunters were very near the only beings capable of rivilalling the strength and speed of a vampire or the stamina and power of a Were. To fight a supernatural you needed a supernatural. No matter how much he disliked the term being applied to himself. Serafina's insistence it would be pointless for a Hunter to attack a human an equally viable notion. After all, a Hunter had nothing to gain from that attack. Unless they were attempting to rob the human, he supposed. Still, the rate for Hunter crimes was distinctly low and very near a rarity.

"We also don't have the....drive. For want of a better word. We can sense supernatural's miles away, the desire to eliminate them is something all Hunters have. That feeling, i suppose you'd call it, simply does not exist when we see humans."

He offered simply enough. Those Hunter instincts were hardly a secret after all. Azrael easily guided that car further down the street before pulling up outside those homes she had indicated. The woman insisting this was close enough, at the risk of revealing her real address. Hmm. Smart enough not to tell him where she lived but not smart enough not to dance around on a dock with a target painted to her forehead. Curious girl. She handed Serafina her number then before climbing out of the car, Azrael content to nod in response to her thanks for that ride before she paused to thank him once more- for not killing her.

"Pleasure."

He offered simply, watching as the woman hurried off and up the street before pulling away from the kerb. Serafina's voice suddenly prompting his gaze to slip sideways and towards his girlfriend. His lips parting to answer that very query on whether or not what she had just done was dumb- before Sera seemed to reconsider the question. Her finger held up as she cautioned him agianst answering that query. Azrael chuckling softly then, affording her that almost pointed look that surely gave away his answer all the same.

"Wasn't gunna...."