[Klayko]

Adam was too cool, calm and collected to be bothered by the reaction Ethan had given. When the male reached to casually try and hit him, Ethan hit something, but it wasn't the Vampire's face. He came into contact with Adam's hand who naturally flicked it back down to the side, the vampire casually stating "Such an angry one."

Not even Camilla's stare eyeless stare phased him. To be quite honest, he was very much unphased about the entire matter.

"Of course I didn't tell him because it wasn't his concern," he stated. "Only when you needed to tell me the truth concerning his state would be when he needed to know. That clearly won't happen until he gets his personal feelings in check, so you can bat your personal anger at me all you want. My heart stopped beating eons ago and my thoughts, despite with the best intentions are still wrong. But I've come too far to lose everything now. Still, I get the hint. I'll be off tending to some roses or something."

If Camilla knew Adam in the fullest regard, she would to some degree understand why his nonchalance was high. After all, he was robbed of his own life thousands of years ago to a greedy vampire with a distinct desire for varying figures with blonde hair. The male lost his fiance and children that night by being damned to be a creature of the night. So no, he would not feel sympathy for someone helping him get just a tiny fragment of his humanity back. He walked out and left it at that. That just left Maor, who was casually biting his tongue on a lot of things.

"We wouldn't need to be comfortable with anything had you just did the right thing in the first place," he stated, but did it with a struggle, his jaw aching from the slap. He had every right to feel the way Ethan did and to be honest, hearing the other male's rage almost compelled him to react as well. Unlike Ethan, who apparently was given the option to believe in deluded fantasies, Maor was basically beaten to submission and while he agreed, he still felt empty in letting it happen. Still, he complied. He went towards the bed, his eyes glancing in Ethan's direction every once in a while before sighing. He rested a hand under his chin, his other free hand casually holding his visible belly. There wasn't much he could do at this point among vampires and witches. All he could do was seemingly hold his head in a form of defeat.