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Yawgmoth's expression went sour at the formality Lanshor showed to his self proclaimed pet. "Bah" he grumbled turning his back to the two of them. His tail swishing back and forth as he mumbled some words to himself. It was quite apparent Yawgmoth did not approve of Lanshor's choice of words to Ziven, but he did not seem to stop him either. "You come to talk to us, and you're all over her already. Make up your mind Lanshor"

The conversation between them seemed unreal. The thought of Yawgmoth showing kindness, being a family man was unfathomable. "It is positively shocking to make your acquaintance." she said without thinking it through. Immediately after saying it, she got a horrified look on her face and stammered for a moment. "Er, I just .. well, refreshing is more accurate. But .. uh .." she trailed off, ashamed of her hasty reply and finding there was an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach at the comment and seeming uneasy tone in Lanshor's voice when speaking such a compliment about his father. Her next words were very soft, her gaze shifted away from both males before speaking. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well."

Lanshor smirked a little hearing Ziven speak. It was like that for most people who had met Yawgmoth before him. They couldn't believe that he was the son of such an evil man. But Lanshor did not see his father this way. He saw Yawgmoth as a man who loved him, even if he disagreed with Lanshor's lifestyle, a man who was devoted to his mother Crow and their family. Someone Lanshor actually admired for his strong resolve. "Father...." He said hearing Yawgmoth talk with a sigh "I have never understood why you thrive on such violent things. And I'm always sorry I'm not going to be the heir you want to whatever throne you've gained but that's no reason to be rude" Lanshor said crossing his own arms over his chest in the same fashion as Yawgmoth. Both men were equally stubborn however, that is one trait their shared in common. "I assure you Miss Ziven. That my father is a kind man deep down. He loves my mother dearly, he would die for her and for me if it came to it. There are just..not many people he cares that way for. And to everyone else he is like this." Lanshor reassured Ziven. He wished that everyone could see his father like he did.

"You're begging us to hit you aren't you pet?" Yawgmoth scoffed. He would not strike a lady in front of Lanshor, and in fact threatening her might've been the wrong idea. Lanshor grew angry at him just once and hit him as Yawgmoth mocked him over something stupid. He had nearly broken Yawgmoth's jaw that day. Breaking Yawgmoth's bones was a feat no man had ever accomplished. But lanshor came the closest. "And you seem so doubtful of our words. You're either looking at our son to check him out, or you're looking at him in disbelief that he, a smaller younger man, could as a great or greater than we are. Which is it?"

She had been looking at Lanshor's shoes when Yawgmoth commented on her actions. Silently she moved her fingertips to rest her forehead on them. The thought of being hit did not please her, which caused her temper to rise for a moment, the only indication of this was a ripple of movement through her clothes, as if wind had passed by her. With a small sigh, she raised her eyes to Lanshor and smiled gently. "Then I hope not to anger you." she then shifted her attention to Yawgmoth, crossing her arms over her middle. "I do not wish to be hit. As for your son .. perhaps I was doing both." with her final statement, she dropped her eyes to the middle ground between the three and gently bit her bottom lip.

Lanshor turned his head away a little. He was generally shy towards women despite his looks and personality that most women melted over. "I uh..I..wait. What do you mean after you get what you want from her father? You don't mean to hurt her do you?" Lanshor said as the expression on the young man's face turned grim. The thought of violence towards a woman always brought Lanshor's anger out.

"And after we want we figured we'd toss this pet to your mother too my boy. She needs another pet to do her bidding. It's been a long while. Perhaps we will save her for Crow to take instead. That thought has been digging in our head for quite some time." Yawgmoth responded with a smirk over his face eyeing Ziven.