He sensed him, long before he heard the door creak open and his footsteps echo on the hollow steps leading up to the church, and his aura eating away at the darkness with a feverous light. He opted not to turn around and subject his eyes to such an unendurable sight. Choosing to instead focus on the thin smog breaching the night line of the great walls of the city in the distance, though his ears couldn't help but follow the angel's movements. Tracking his every move as drawing a mental image in his mind as to the other's position in relation to his, planning out possible escape routes, points of attack...etc. Old strategies and battle plans resurfacing in his mind, probably having long been executed and changed without his involvement. That shouldn't have stirred such feelings of frustration and anxiety within him. 

The silence didn't help, mainly because he couldn't focus on the silence. The whisper of a passing breeze, the breathing of the man across from him, the grinding of hidden gears within the clock tower right above them, ticking ever continuously and ever agonizingly loud and berating to his ears. When the angel finally broke that chaotic symphony of 'silence', the demon sighed and shifted, keeping his gaze fixed to the cobbled road ahead of him, "There is no such thing as 'free of judgement' and I advise that if you wish to earn the respect or favor of any other of [i]'my kind'[/i] , then you ought to resort to senseless violence and bloodshed instead."

 Gathering himself, he turned to fix the demon with a deadpanned stare, "Do not come into the house of Our Father and believe that your white wings give you right to pass judgement and infringe the privacy of another. You are a guest to this house, taken in on the morales and belief of our sanctuary, that does not give you the right to actively mistreat another or take advantage of what kindness has been laid on you this far."

 "I will put this simply and I believe it is rather fair in all reason. The war has not touched this place for a good century, I will not allow you to bring it to this place again. As I have left it behind, you will leave behind all notion of whatever rivalry still thrives between my and your kind whilst you are here. You will not antagonize me nor lay a hand to harm those who reside here and as all guests, once your stay is up, you will leave and not speak of what you know of this place to anyone."

 He stood, wind swept robes billowing somewhat, and turned back to the church. Feeling mildly better, less...lost in the past at least. He nodded at Laisander, "Do get to bed on time, lights out has long since started." He said with as much indifference as he could muster before crossing the distance of the last few steps leading up to the church and slipping inside. He didn't let himself break his stride, feet carrying him all the way back to his chambers were he was determined to continue on his bed routine without a hitch or hesitation. Hopefully, they little meeting had resolved his problem, but after a few peaceful moments of nonchalant silence, they nagged him once more.

 Combat practices, the feel of steel and the shock of the recoil....his fingers itched, was he really pistol whipped now? The thought made him chuckle tiredly as he slipped inbetween the sheets and blew out his candle. Perhaps a restless night's sleep would turn things for the better tomorrow.