Hawke Grayson sat in his room, meditating as he often did, when he heard the fight break out some floors above him. Snapping out of his trance, he growled, put the book he had been reading before he meditated back in its shelf, and headed out the door to his room. He lazily levitated up the stairs, entering the scene of the fight just as it ended. Looking only slightly annoyed, he called out to the two combatants.<br/><br/>"If you girls want to duke it out, do so outside. You interrupted my meditation. Again."<br/><br/>He looked to Storm and Alina, his expression a passive annoyed, in stark contrast to the somewhat over-the-top outfit - today, he wore a black outfit with red accents, presumably from the French baroque.<br/><br/>"I suggest we build a sparring cage outside the tower - or maybe underground - for these two to settle their differences. The disruption of my daily routine notwithstanding, the financial result of their fights is nothing short of foolish. Just last week, I had to go buy a new oven for the kitchen because these two had used it as a bludgeoning tool."<br/><br/>He hovered over to the two girls.<br/><br/>"And let me be clear. The next time you two interrupt my meditation in such a manner, I will mix it up myself, and drag you both howling over the bay and drop you in the drink. Right over the sewage exit."<br/><br/>He turned away from the girls and levitated in the direction of the kitchen.<br/><br/>"I am going to make some waffles now. Anyone who wants any can come and get it. Except our little brawlers, they can stuff it."