Tactlessly, Luciel watched his first truly known comrade eat. His eyes found her fangs, though were disappointed by her molars and locked hinge of a jaw. Truth be told, he felt slightly worse with knowing that even more blatant halfbreeds were less monsterous, and the thought came out as a hand lightly touched his own cheek in what could be considered thought and consideration. Envy took him, and a small exhale of a hiss took the place of what was almost a frustrated growl, forked tongue flickering for a moment.
[color=8882be]"Luciel...I, guess I vill respond, if I know I am beink addressed"[/color] he replied to her introduction, too lost in thought to lie about a nickname he didn't have.

The exchanging of names was a bit awkward to watch, since the escort that his newfound associate had was hardly the noble beast that he'd come to rely on from Brielle. That being wholly known, he had no claim to say a word to the human who begrudgingly introduced herself. No nod, no words, the human was not his concern and received only the time it took to look at the in acknowledgement of their presence before turning away a second later as Brielle approached.

In the process, Luciel was met with the strangeness of Eden's comment. His parents not being known? Like any other outsider? Luciel disgustedly empathized, though not for the reasons most would assume and in ways he was far from proud of. Briefly, the halfbreed's lips parted to speak before stalling out, having nowhere to begin save for lowering his head in an expression of sympathy. He was uncomfortable with being around people for this specific reason, but needed to carry himself with some manner of civility if only to distract himself, offering a small, appreciative, closed-mouth smile for Eden until overhearing Brielle and his associate's escort going at it.

[color=8882be]"She is not watching me. I have someone for that"[/color] Luciel replied to Brielle's question, watching the guard rather than turn his head to whom he spoke to. However, her claim to shift the burden of his presence onto the guard spurred some kind of hostility.
Both of the women were wrong in either composure or facts, a volatile nature which Luciel found highly unappealing. 

After his treatment and unjust, comments made against his character, this last petty exchange between humans was enough to finally test the cleric's patience. Without a word, he took a few deliberate steps to retrieve where he set down his sacks of produce, returning in just as few steps that could be counted on one hand. [color=8882be]"Miss Brielle returned from her hunt with sacks of produce offered in tribute from a [i]mutt[/i]. Land and larder brim with meat...and she saved me from once more being robbed by your guards..."[/color] Luciel spoke with calculated deliberation as he held the sacks and unceremoniously dropped them between the group, holding eye contact with Sylvia, [color=8882be]"Her hunt yielded what farmers need months to provide."[/color]

After a moment, Luciel folded his hands behind his back and stretched, relieved of the burden that would take two or three people to haul away.
Looking between the two humans, he dismissively sniffed before stating in a nonchalant manner, [color=8882be]"Goodbye, for now. Thank you for breakfast"[/color] and turning to leave after offering a bow.
True, it was a power play, though one he intended to see through since a lessen couldn't be learned unless there was a price paid; hostility casts out civility. He had once chipped a rock down to nearly a blade, how hard could it be to fancy a tool by such means?

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