Bethel
The Drama immediately noticed Ishikawa's drop in emotion. To him, it seemed obvious, as if he were watching drops of quicksilver sinking in a glass of water. The Drama nodded and chuckled softly.

"Yes... I believe I heard of them before. I would have never guessed you were one of them." He lied. He had been connecting the dots since he began, though he chose not to jump to this conclusion because, perhaps, Ishikawa was just a profitable monster hunter. His suspiscions just proved true, though. He began connecting more pieces in his head as he spoke.

"I can tell you aren't comfortable with this topic. I'll move on." He chuckled, unmoving besides the slight heave of his chest as he laughed.

"Your bird there." The Drama gestured towards Ishikawa's hawk.
"That's a... Broad wingéd hawk, no? Where did you get it, and how is it so well trained? I find it odd how such a wild animal is so well behaved."
Judith
*The hawk to his side tilted its head and fluttered its feathers a bit, before making its way into his lap. He grimaced slightly, adjusting so that the raptors claws didn't directly dig into his skin, and he looked to it, somber expression still on his face, though he made an attempt to smile. It snuggled into his chest, and he gently stroked its head.* 

"Havock? Well.. He's not exactly a wild animal, or... He is, in a way. My family bred Hawks to serve as hunting companions, so we've been together for quite some time, at least since I was nearing maturity." 

*He gently held the bird in his arms, his face softening a bit more as he referred to it.* 

"He was the smallest, my siblings had all gotten the first pick... We grew up together, and he's been a loyal companion since."
Bethel
"Hawks domesticated for hunting." The Drama's ever present smile grew wider. *How quaint,* He thought, *It must have been difficult, but leave it to a long line of monster hunters who kick out their children to do something so... Brash.*

"That's rather interesting." He summed up his thoughts with more polite words than he initially thought with. The Drama leaned forward some.

"What kind of 'monsters' do you hunt? How often are your hunts successful?"
Judith
*The bird of prey simply sat in Ishikawas lap, nestled in as if it were nesting. It seemed content. Ishikawas expression hardened when he was asked what he hunted, finally turning to look at Adrian once again. Scowling slightly,*

"Most of what I hunt I would not call monsters. They're simply beasts, doing what beasts do. Most of the time they needn't even be killed, merely dealt with. A lot of them are in pain because of other so-called 'hunters'."

*He continued, a hidden sort of anger glinting in his eyes.*

"No, more often it's the people I am assigned to hunt that I would call monsters... And parasites that wear the skin of a person. They do what they do out of malice, and so they must die."
Bethel
"So self righteous. A normal person might ridicule you, but if I were to share with you anything about myself I'd state the fact that I share your sentiments" The Drama leaned forwards, finally willing to talk rather than ask. This was something he felt strongly on, and was willing to talk about it, even if it seemed to break up his whimsical persona he liked to put on. 

"Those people you speak of. The parasites, the agents of malice, those who '...Do what beasts do...'." The Drama began, taking a short step forwards. The step was mildly threatening, not enough so to register as an approach, but enough to make anyone mildly uncomfortable where they sit.

"...Those who do nothing but meddle about with no intent to improve..." He took another step forward.

"...Those who improve by tearing others down..." Another step.

"...Those who snuff out beautiful narratives before they can even begin for whatever *Bullshit martyr sob-story* They claim to have..." He slowly drew his hind foot to first position with a mild chuckle. He leaned forward to punctuate his rant:

"Those *Monsters* That you speak of..." He spoke in an almost devilish cadence.
"They *Utterly disgust me*." He chuckled, even more impishly than usual. Though his speech generally kept the same calm, flowing nature that it usually held, his voice became lower, and his words took on an almost hateful tone. It wasn't heard in his voice, as he sounded happy as ever, but his words harshly contrasted with the voice that delivered them. He straightened his posture once he finished talking and took a few steps back. The distance between him and Ishikawa was now, once again, a comfortable one. As he stood back still, he tried to turn the conversation back to a less grim tone.

"So, I must say, I admire your work."