Aurellius brought his hand up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as the kid jumped away, climbing the tree and freaking out for no damned reason. He let out a curse as the boy called him a 'monster'. He looked down at his own form. Yeah, he had plenty of cuts and his suit was tarnished, but a [i]monster[/i]? Wow, very harsh. He groaned once more as a certain smell came in contact with his nostrils. Vomit. It smelled like some kind of southern food, but Aurellius couldn't put his finger on it. He sighed, pulling his hand down and wiping a bit of perspiration that had been formed from the thrill of the fall.

"Listen, kid... will you just..." Aurellius raised an eyebrow. The kid was obviously scared of him. Was Aurellius really that scary? Yeah, he was tall and broad shoulder, pretty overbearing with the large mini-gun resting on his pommel. But Aurellius didn't think of Ascalon as scary. More awesome than it was scary. Aurellius stopped for a moment, thinking. He could have just left the kid where he was, move on and find someone else, someone who didn't look incompetent and had a [i]freaking yoyo[/i] as a weapon. Aurellius' bottom lip seemed to have finally stopped bleeding, which he didn't enjoy. The coppery and metallic taste was always a constant reminder of him being flesh and bone. 

Aurellius flipped a switch on Ascalon, transforming it back into the probably less frightening shape of a lance. He stepped forwards, probing it out at the kid, but not to attack. No, Aurellius grabbed the front of the kids shirt with the tip of the lance, sticking it right between that scarf, picking him up off of the tree with a bit of effort. "Listen. If you're that scared of me, you're going to piss your pants when you come across some of the Grimm that live in this forest," he said, setting them on the ground. "I'm not a monster unless you piss me off, okay?" 

Aurellius grinned slightly, patting the person on the shoulder a few times. "But for now, you can call me Aurellius."