Valken seethed at the one he called bitch. "I am 10 times older than you, incredible idiot.. You pretentious waste of female material. I've known these folks for some time before this, so again, your an idiot who feels the need to heighten herself so that she can masterbate her ego. Don't you dare talk to me about what I don't know..I know a place where I can condemn you for all eternity. And don't you EVER talk to me about my mother or my father or so help me I will chew on your spine. " valken turned away, still a bubbling pot if oil when he reached Cassandra. Some other folk had become fed up with their chicken clucking and he rose his neck to look over the crowd at the voice. "Well then solve the problem before I do.." 
He was quiet for a small time, Ishmael hounding him for giving the monologue from before. Valken blushed slightly over his scowling face. "Shut up.." He huffed, "I can see where your coming from but truthfully I have yet to bring one with me...I am a slave to my sperm as are you and every male on the earth.." 
The way valken spoke used terminology describe it as odd and uncomfortable. Certainly not the kind that a child should hear. Still, valken focused on Cassandra, "he is human but he will need to be as strong as a demon if he is to survive a parent less life." 
He had become less disturbed now, opening his nostrils wide to keep the smells of Cassandra in his mouth. Some how the sounds of a bird made it into the sewers and Ishmael slayed it quickly. Valken chuckled, "necromancers raise the already dead, they don't have to kill living people for it...there are millions of dead laying around..but I'm not going to defend him."