He listen her. No he never understand her point. Her morals. Kiira's firm belief in helping those around her. Even if it put her own health, life at risk. Aeneas just didn't understand Kiira risking all that just help others. Or to think that keep cloths for yourself was selfish. Unburied his inner street. He didn't want that part of him unburied. He had visited those painful memories enough for one night. Thank you very much.<br/><br/><br/>Did she really believe that a heart that was filled with love was stronger. Love those around you only made you week. If you love someone they just use that against you hurt you. His thought once again turn his father. Aeneas quash the painful images of fist hitting young flesh. Perhaps his heart was harden. But he be damn if let anyone hurt him again. Even if they didn't hurt you. Emeries would hurt those you love. Better off not loving at all. Keep it simple.<br/><br/><br/>He saw that quick flash of surprise, confusion,pure innocence when Kiira heard his complement. It was actually delightful to see. Not many was so innocence at her age. Yes he had meant it every one word of it. She did look like a frail, delicate, beautiful flower. Kiira may look that way. But Aeneas could tell that she could care herself if push came to shove. Even if she did feed and cloth others rather than herself. Yes you could be attracted to someone even if you didn't agree with their beliefs. He push that thought from his mind she was to young for him. He was such an dirty old man.<br/><br/><br/>Aeneas watch her disappear into the streets she love so much.That comment about going cat woman on his ass surprised him. It had images of her in leather dancing through  his mind. He doubt very much she would appreciate that. No that wasn't what she meant. She kick his ass if he so much as tried to throw her thought a widow, not that he would. He wondered at her comment about not being human he had only meet a handful that wasn't. So What was she. He wondered.<br/><br/>She had such simple dreams. A small house to share with homeless mothers. Even that dream wasn't completely for Kiira. Even the dream of education was so that she could help others later on. He shaking his head. Even Kiira dream were selfless. He just didn't understand her. Aeneas doubted he ever would.<br/><br/><br/>A smile tug on his lips when she return ten minutes. He brow knitted in concern when he saw Kiira  curl up across form him and said that she was going to nap. He knew that she physically weaken due not eating. He just didn't know how much. He hadn't even offer her something to drink much less offer some food  her. That would change. He had the driver take them home. Telling him to leave the limo in garage. He take care of sleeping man in the trunk soon enough.<br/><br/><br/>He carried Kiira into the darken house. Not bothering to turn on the lights. He know his way well enough. Tanking her to a guest room that never been. No he didn't have visitor. Not even women. He entertain them at their place. He gently laid her on soft bed. He look down at sleeping form. Sigh escape his lips. Beautiful angel of mercy he thought. Waffling rather to leave her in cloths that she was wearing  or get her one his t-shirt so that she could sleep in comfort. She probably be piss as hell if she woke not wearing what she on the night before. A smile crossed his lips as he image her giving him hell for changing her cloths. Must be getting masochist in your old Aeneas thought. As he crossed the hall to his room grabbing a black t-shirt. It little effort to change her.<br/><br/><br/>He slip the t-shirt over her head. Then her arms through the sleeves. He reach under the shirt and removed he clothing. Not glancing  at naked form underneath. Not he didn't want to. But he did have some morals. Not many. He place her  under thick blankets. He left her to sleep. he would find her cloths newly wash. Neat folded on the dresser near the bead.  Yes they clean but he had them wash anyway. Along with a pair a cloth running shorts. So if she wanted to she could just slip them under the t-shit she was wearing now. If she wanted to. He like to get her new cloths. That be another battle he look forward to.<br/><br/><br/>He left her sleeping. A beam afternoon sun would more than likely wake her. Seeing t that room was on the west side on the house. Below the widow was garden. If she open the curtain to greet the afternoon sun that woke her. He took one last look at her. And took care of the sleeping man in the trunk of limo by taking him back to the city and handing him over to the Columbian haired goons. Once he saw the money transfer to his account that is.<br/><br/><br/>He return to his mansion in the country. He slept for few hours then got up for his morning run. He showered and  dawn on black t-shirt and black jeans. Aeneas went about making breakfast wonder when his angel of mercy would wake.