The white eyed teenager felt his stomach lurch at impending confrontation, his father seemed oblivious to it though. "Please just call me Tom. No need to be so formal," Mr. Payne said convinced it was harmlessness he just smiled when Vivio pulled his son off into the other room. He was just glad to see Isaac socializing, and even happier to see him making friends with girls! Isaac flinched under her verbal assault, he did not like arguments but he did not hesitate to snap back at her, "Oh well SORRY I had to tell my Dad. But your mental after you use your power and were snapping your fingers like it was going out of style so I HAD to mention to him to make sure you didn't. He put the rest together himself. As much as I appreciate secrecy I didn't want my fucking house to go," he snapped his fingers, "BOOM. So EXCUSE you." He crossed his arms over his own chest and glared right back at her.<br/><br/>His glare vanished and his face paled when she mentioned telling someone else about his power and he shook his head. "No. No, no! Only you and my father know about my power. I wanted to keep it just him but I wasn't gonna let those people kill us," Isaac raked his fingers through his sandy colored hair which seemed a little less blonde and a little more white this morning. His stomach fluttered around with butterflies of horror at the thought. "Anyway my Dad would never tell your parents without you saying so. He kinda pretends it all doesn't exist and lives in his head most of the time..." He trailed off sadly at that though. Mr. Payne had not always been that way.<br/><br/>Despite his adamant denials against her telling anyone about his power Vivio struck him as the uncontrollable type of person whom would mostly do what she wanted anyway. He heaved a deep sigh at that thought and looked at her with pleading eyes, his hands subconsciously clenched together in front of him as if praying.