"I do not belong to anyone- I am not some dog to own," Aleron practically hissed from his anger, and would've continued on with his speaking if not for hearing Jaron greet his father. When turning to Jaron's father Aleron immediately gave a forced but polite smile. He was smart enough to know who to respect. He just didn't have any for Jaron.<br/><br/>And when hearing what he found a snide comment towards himself he almost growled, anger raging through his body while his hand tightened around the glass of whiskey he was holding, furious simply from being called a dog of any sort fueled by plenty of other things he could name that ticked him off just as much that Jaron had done. Touching him. Speaking to him. Hell, he could even say looking at him right now.<br/><br/>"Don't worry," Aleron smiled at the apology, this time an almost sincere one with a hidden amount of snide to it, almost a grin. "I understand it's hard for some people." And with that he downed the rest of his glass in a long, gulping drink. He'd need it if he was supposed to make it through the night without throwing something. Or someone. Depending on how long they'd try forcing him to speak with Jaron.