Feeling a bit like an asshole Kane decided maybe it was best not to add to the shitshow of a conversation. He wasn't sure how he messed things up every time but man he must have a special gift of putting his foot in his mouth like this. Turning back to his own food to at least push it around the plate he was willing the evening to go by faster. Iris on the other hand did a good job of hiding her enjoyment of watching his father squirm and look uncomfortable as her attention was called upon by Michael. "Yes I enjoy my work. As much as a demon can enjoy things I suppose... Hell has its own brand of fun." She mentioned carefully taking a sip from her glass. "It offers me a great sense of purpose and I aspire to prove anyone wrong that underestimates a being with mixed blood." She added plainly as it was no secret to anyone here that she was not pure like many of the house heads.<br/><br/>"You know I was not gifted with many talents, outside of pure persistence which allowed me to develop a sense of discipline that many people lack." She said these words as if they were daggers set to cut but at the same time didn't look away from Michael as she spoke. "I had to work hard to be taken seriously but that makes the success that much sweeter, don't you agree?" She asked the angel figuring she would share a tid bit about herself all the while making it clear to Kane how she felt about him. A man of many talents who decided to squander all of it from a lack of getting his shit together. She didn't pity him or any of his conditions and while she didn't fault him for what happened with their mother, it was the aftermath of his self centered nature that always rubbed her the wrong way. As if she was the adult always working to pick up his pieces while he drownd in teenage emo dispair.