[center]Ryanair’s response was only met with a blank stare in return. Really, this was who Kieran had chose to keep company with? Not only was she annoyed by him, she was eager to rip into that one just the same as Kieran - if not only for sport. They clearly had a bond, and if she could get her hands on that one and make him suffer in front of Kieran - well, that may just add to the fun that she’d had in store. Still, she would not entertain him with a response as Kieran finally spoke, her gaze shifting to the taller man once more. Her hands lifted to cross her chest as she did not allow emotion to pass her features over his comments; no, she wouldn’t give him that pleasure either. 

“Well, fuck you too.” Clara murmured, her form still tense as she knew Christian would be upon them in a matter of moments. She’d noticed how Kieran constantly placed himself in front of the other male and she couldn’t stand the sudden feeling that washed over her. Was it a twinge of jealously? Hah - she wanted nothing of the male in front of her, other than his blood on her hands. Her nails bit into her arms as they remained crossed, her jaw set firmly as she grit her teeth, fighting the urge to simply lash out in the rage that she felt.  “I’m not taking it.” She added quietly. 

“Clara? It’s getting late - what are you still doing out here?” Christian spoke as he quickly approached her, his attention solely on the two males that were with her. He knew the answer - but the new question was, just who were these two? One clearly was much older than the other, he could sense the sheer power about him. The other was nearly attached at his hip - his fledgling he supposed. 

“Nothing, Christian.” Clara suddenly bit back, her voice laced with annoyance. Not again; he would not come dragging her home again. “Just go home.” 

Christian eyed her carefully as he turned his attention to the other two males. “Gentleman - I apologize; Clara clearly had forgotten her manners this evening...” He reached out a hand to carefully shake whomever’s would offer in return. “Christian Nicolai -- And whom do I have the honor of meeting this evening?”

“...Fuck off, Christian...” Clara warned beneath her breath again and he didn’t bother to look at her, his hand still outstretched. No; He would get to the bottom of this one, although he had a sneaking suspicion... [/center]