Adriano appeared unfazed even as the man in front of him exerted a flame so hot that every candle in the room was reduced to a gooey pool of wax, the paintings crumbled into ashes, and the carpet under his feet burning away to reveal the marble floor. To his threat, the man calmly dusted himself and asked Arlia, "Such foul language and rude mannerism. Why did you associate yourself with him, [i]mia figlia[/i]?" As if to provoke Nigel even further, he sat down next to Arlia again, the woman trying to use her power to ward him off before he simply slapped her bolt of light aside with one hand, and grabbed her face, gripping her lower jaw as she winced in pain. He looked back at Nigel with a smirk on his face. "Unfortunately, [i]signor Howeland[/i], you really have no say in what I could do with my own daughter. Still, I beg to wonder, why would you waste your time to chase after such a dirty, impure filth?" To frost the cake of provocation, his hand moved away from her face and down to where only the man of her choice would even think of seeing, his smirk breaking into a twisted grin as Arlia whimpered.