they argued my right to ascension

Of all the ways he had anticipated spending this evening he had perhaps not fully believed it to be within the company of a witch, much less that he might find himself inclined to almost....enjoy it. It is so small admittance on his part and indeed that side of himself that is so determinedly Hunter, so very driven to do as his species has for so long still remains uncomfortable with such thoughts. It was wrong, truly, for him to find any sense of enjoyment in this woman, the young man continually finding himself at odds with his own nature which own seems to add further frustrations to his already disagreeable personality. He was trying tonight though, for whatever reason, making a rather determined effort to keep so much of his personality aside for now. He hadn't always been like this, after all. He had been almost friendly once- some part of him determined to display that to her, although why he hardly knows. Would it truly be so terrible if she did not hate him entirely? He had mended her wolf, certainly not from the goodness of his own heart, offered her some semblance of a meal that she had ended up cooking although truly it was hardly his fucking fault he didn't know how to use a stove. He was never home to use it. Even so he had made some effort to.....what? Appeal to her? On some level he finds himself inclined to admit that it is exactly what he had done and yet for now he hardly desires to consider why. He would have the rest of the night, after she left, to consider every single one of his sins tonight. Including lowering the aura on both of them.

The sudden tease she offers in regards to her appearance and aforementioned radiance momentarily draws the young man's gaze back towards her as if he truly held some desire to consider the question. The gold of his gaze rests momentarily on her hand still resting within his own. Women always did seem to have far more delicate hands, his own entirely capable of encompassing hers should he choose, that same delicacy much the same for the rest of her, the soft glow of his own powers quite content to illuminate every subtle curve of her form in a way he never truly had examined her- and hurriedly moves to stop himself.

"You were less then radiant that night you stole my pizza and then desecrated it by picking the olives off it."

Well. Some incidents it would seem, she has not totally been forgiven for, though his voice lacks any true irritation or harsh tones, that so rarely seen smile lingering upon his lips all the same. Sharing a meal, it would seem however, is a near impossibility for the pair as he gestures towards the somewhat frozen pot with a distinct frown. She moves away form him then, though he maintains the light around them both all the same. Without her aura, without a near constant reminder of what exactly she is he is almost.....calm, his mind almost relived as if each muscle has ceased to tense itself in preparation for action each time she moves. For what remained of tonight at least he held every intention of leaving such a barrier in place.

"If you could fix it so quickly why didn't you just-"

He stops himself before he finishes, arms folding back across his chest now in a determined effort to keep himself in check, the woman gazing towards him in a manner he deemed almost...hopeful as if she desired some form of praise from him rather than the criticism of everyone and everything he so often preferred to give.

"Well that's....much better."

It is hardly an award winning compliment and yet for Azrael it is perhaps more significant. Why she even felt she needed his approval he hardly knew. Women were a mystery, just as they had been when he had lived his human life. Certain things, it would seem, need be worked on, requiring far more than a single night's attention to rectify. He moved to lean himself back against the dining room table, leaving the woman to go about her task, content to simply....watch her as she worked. It had been years, far more then he could remember, since a woman had made him dinner, the man content to watch with some sense of near fascination as she moved about. Hmm, she didn't look all that bad from behind either really, in fact she had a very nice-. He stops the thoughts entirely before they can progress, fixating his attention with more determination elsewhere in the room. It was astonishing, truly, how quickly his thoughts seemed determined to linger elsewhere the moment her species was no longer of concern. By the time the meal is ready he has satisfied himself near entirely with his view of her rear, averting his gaze each time she had turned to speak or look towards him and yet he had found a fascination of sorts is imply watching her move about until he had begun the hunt for anything remotely akin to cutlery.

He had, at last, managed a mismatched assortment of knives and forks to offer her, clearing his paperwork from the table to provide her somewhere to actually sit. He hardly had a messy home per say, it was simply...disorganized, the man rarely ever home to do anything with it- work and work alone the only thing of substance within his decidedly long life. He does, at last, take his seat opposite her, momentarily examining the chicken before him. A chicken he had seen prepared and was thusly assured she had not...'.magicked' in anyway way. It had been years since he had partaken of any home-cooked meal, his first bite almost....wary, before any reservations about the meal seemed to leave him entirely as he proceeds to consume it was a greatly renewed gusto. It was....good. The realisation almost surprising to him, features frowning slightly in consideration of it, gaze lifted suddenly to her own.

"Are you...?"

He pauses once more, evidently indecisive about the words, several moments of silence at last preceding an irritable snort of sorts as his frustrations get the better of him once more.

"Look. I don't work this Thursday night, its my assigned day off, although why they keep making me take them I don't fucking know. That aside though, when I have nights off I go out sometimes, there's a few places I enjoy, I have one in mind and I'm not totally adverse to your presence if you would like to accompany me."

Some part of him almost desires her to say no, to solve this problem well before it starts and yet his gaze rests on her all the same.

Azrael Evero

only fools walk where angels fear to tread