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A smart-aleck little one, Waya was. Airez closed his eyes and let out a short sigh. If the child was going to act the child, then he would treat him thusly.

"The growls..." began Airez as his eyes opened once more, looking into the very shadows of the wolf boy's own. "The hostile demeanor, the harsh looks, the unfriendly manners, the protective shell, and the over all wanting of me to be away from Orphne."

Leaning back, the man lifted up his glass and took a sip of it, hoping Waya wasn't dense enough to ignore the messages. If there was anything he disliked, it was those that had a superiority complex over others. Right now, Waya was trying to gain something over Airez; Something that the darker individual didn't like.

Though, he couldn't seem too harsh, lest he make the boy hate him more so than before.

"I'm really just wondering why you are acting in such a way towards me without justification." his hand left the glass while leaning forward, pressing his elbows against teh table and looking of towards the distance, pondering if the steaks were ready yet. "My deal is that I don't want to have this foreboding sense of animosity directed at me every time I am around her, and I'm sure she feels the same way as I do about this."

Looking closely at the boy, Airez smiled before turning his sights towards the kitchen entrance once more. This child liked to play games, it would seem. Dangerous games that he didn't know the rules to, if there were any. That supreiority complex was getting to Airez a bit. And it was sourly reminding him of a little kid trying to look down upon an obviously stronger opponent.

"Is that so?" asked Airez ina smoother voice, turning his sights towards Waya and offering gentle smile. Nay, he wasn't the man that he hated. There were other tactics he knew of in order to get what he wanted.

Air...

A calm voice and an orderly disposition was a better strategy for the moment being. Waya wanted him to squirm, that much was apparent to the man. Though, he felt he could do the same to him, if not for a few personal factors that he didn't want to think about at that moment. There were some things in like he wasn't willing to bring out that he knew of, especially when it came to using the personalities of others in order to gain what he wanted.

Never would he resort to 'that' man's methods.

"Why do you think I deserve it?"

"Did I now?" asked Airez in a calm, collected voice. The urge to defend against those words were surpresed rather quickly. While he wanted to tell the boy everything that was happeneing, he wasn't even sure what to begin or if Waya was even old enough to understand any bit and piece of it. "What leads you to believe that I poisoned Orphne?"

Another question, and another method of getting what he wanted; Information. This allowed him the ease of dwelling partially in the mind of the boy, seeing what he saw and hearing what he heard. To put himself in the child's point of view made it easier to understand what exactly he thought of the dark man.

Cold...

The icy drink did feel cool for some reason. Maybe it was just the room itself that was getting to him but for some reason he felt as thought a rush of air was pressing around him. It was probably just the anxiety of dealing with the child. This would be over with soon enough.

And where was that steak, he thought.

It was happening quicker than he thoguht it would Airez hadn't counted for Orphne's body to be reacting so quickly towards that one procedure he'd done not too long ago. While he'd already recovered from the utter turmoil that it presented upon his body, she was already moving on towards having his child. The speed of his own kind's method was nigh instantaneous when it came right down to it, so it had ot make sense some how that it would have quickened for her as well.

Hopefully, she would be able to endure something like that long enough to see it through the end. If somethig were to happen to her...

"Well, I can safely say that I did not poison her." explained Airez as he leaned back and let out a sigh, a deminished appearance drawing upon his face at the thought of hurting his lvoed one, "Perhaps I should tell you specifically what is happening to your mother, and why it is happening. That might actually be the best course of action."

At the moemnt, he was actually mumbling to himself now, arguing with his mind about whether or not the proper way to tell Waya was for him to explain the whole process. It didn't seem at all comforting that he was not completely sure on the whole manner himself. Of course, leaving the child in the blue wouldn't do him any good either.

A shift of movement and Airez's visage changed to that of a more questioning one. "Waya, what has Orphne told you about it so far? Has she explained anything to you on why she is feeling that way?"

That last bit was understandable. It was best that he himself did inform Waya about this issue after all. Orphne shouldn't ahve to bear the burden to telling the wolf boy something that would upset him in her condition. She was, after all, suffering enough already as it is. In turht, Airez hated the fact that his loved one was going through so much pain while he lay there comfortably where he was. Even if he was now a part of her, he felt like he should take on some of the tiring burden that was placed inside of her. Her womb was now filled with his own DNA and genes, molding to form a new figure in life that they both could take care of together.

A child in which to raise and love.

"I see..." came the whispered voice of the dark man, closing his eyes and entangling his fingers into one another. A deep feeling inside of him wanted to reach out and be with Orphne at that very moment. For now, however, he had to deal with this child and his misinterpretations, "What Orphne is dealing with is called morning sickness. It is a transistion that occurs when a certain number of events occur. I myself am responsible for those events, as you probably figured."

Before another word could come out, a pair of streak appeared upon the table, steaming hot from freshness. The dark arms retracted and returned to the sides of Sandy, who was smiling as cheerfully as ever; A foil to the situation. A quick whisk and her fingers combed through the treshes of ehr hair, pulling back the long locks all the way towards the bleached tips.

"There you go, boys. just call if you need anything at all." spoke the happy girl, turning tail and tending towards another table of drooling idiots.

When she was out of ear shot, Airez narrowed his eyes and stared harshly, "Impetuous whore..." Before he could go on, he took notice of Waya once more and then to the steak. "Has your appetite left you yet?"

"Aren't you the one who is quick to assume..." commented Airez as he looked down and reached for the A-1 sauce already present upon the table "You still do not know the circumstances in which those events occured. If you must know, this so called illness isn't anything what you think of it."

Turning his head up as the thick, luscuous, engrossing sauce dripped over the meat, carpetting it in a layer of succulent taste and flavor. If that piece of meat had a meat, it would most certainly be singing with happiness. The sauce was just that intoxicating when it bathed the meat ever so much, filling the pores with it's rich, tender taste. That steak was getting the spa treatment of a lifetime at that moment, one that it would ultimately rememeber for the rest of it's 10-15 minutes life.

"Before I go on, can I ask you a question?" began Airez as he tilted the sauce bottle back, placing it down, then sticking his fork into the steak, "Might you know the different between platonic and sensual love?"

Sitting back, Airez calmly stayed silent for the most part; His fork and knife were well in his hands as he began slicing the meat into strips, bearing down upon them with his cutting tool. The juices inside poured out slightly, mixing with the sauce that was already present in the meat. Each slip was a few inches long, and around half a centimeter wide, allowing for the sauce to dripp along abouth sides and soak into it thoroughly.

"Really, Waya, lose the attitude. You'll gain nothing by acting like a jerk to me." spoke the man finally, stabbing into the meat strip and allowed it to marinate for a moment before bringing it up to eat.

After finsihing upon his single strip, Airez's eyes closed and he sat up once more, savoring the lingering taste for a minute moment, "Back on to the subject. Platonic love is something that a person feels in a non-sexual way. It's like the love between a parent and child, much like the kind you have for Orphne. You want to protect her, you want to seek comfort from her, and you rely on her. That's perfectly normal, and I'm sure you have good intentions in your mind about doing so."

A soft glow emmited from the man's eyes now, seeming to change in luster for a sheer second.

"Yet, the love that Orphne and I share is one of a different kind. In truth, she doesn't love you the same way that she loves me." spoke Airez as he handled another slice of beef, cutting it in half. "Orphne and I are what you'd call a couple, or lovers. We're a set of individuals who feel strongly for one another in a way that a mother and child can not share."

Taking the piece in hand, the dark character lifted it up and watched it hang in the air, dripping sauce down upon the plate. The browned meat looked delicious, attractive (for his stomach), and engrossing.

"Not only do we love each other emotionally, but physically as well. Understand?"

An interesting question coming from a young one. Perhaps he was letting up a little bit. But by the sounds of the plate crashing into one another, Waya wan's the least bit pleased by the speech Airez was givining to him. This would certainly remain a very uncomfortable conversation, one in which he was unprepared for.

"Non-sexual, you mean." replied Airez as he took a short bite from the piece of meat dangling from the fork. "Non-sexual is the exact meaning of platonic. It means there are no sexual feelings involved. In other words, nothing that would prove erotic to a person."

After saying this, he took to meat into his mouth and chewed slowly, bringing up the words to continue his little lecture to the boy. It wasn't easy, trying to explain the whole ordeal of sexual and non sexual. Though it seemed easier to explain the former before explaining the latter.

"I figure you know what arousal is, or at least I'd hope you did." continued Airez as he looked up at Waya, seeing the distasteful look in his eyes, "If you touch some one in an attempt of arousal, that's sexual. I.E. If you were touch someone in a manner to turn them on, that would be sexual. If you say words to a person to arouse them in some fashion, that's sexual as well. If you give messages through your body in order to turn some one on, then that is sexual as well."

Sighing to himself, Airez put down the fork and knife while leaning against his elbows upon the table, planted at the bone. His words were slowly coming to him, thinking ahead of time about which way to go through it.

"If you touch, speak, and so on and so forth without the intention of arousing some one, then that's non-sexual. Understand?"