Quietly, he stood there looking at his reflection in the shattered mirror, trembling from the anger that had built up inside of him. He took deep breaths to calm himself as he let Elizabeth pick out all the pieces of glass that stuck in his hand. Deziel eased a bit when she touched him, carefully pulling out the pieces, though he was still fairly livid. He looked at his bloody hand. If there was pain to be felt he wasnâ€™t feeling it but that was probably because of how angry he was. Perhaps he should invest in some anger management classes, he wondered to himself, trying to find some sort of humor to lighten his mood. But he knew in his mind that would not work out too well for him.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth to speak, pulling his hand away from her. For whatever reason he decided he did not wanting her touching him, not right now. There was a bunch of things setting him off right now but he was not comfortable enough telling her; though that was natural since they were still technically strangers that have just met recently. Nobody was every completely comfortable around strangers. It was none of concern, really, at least he thought so. Deziel was completely disregarding what a relationship was all about, but then again how was he supposed to know about the basic â€˜rulesâ€™ so to speak on how to have a effective relationship when heâ€™s never really had one before.<br/><br/>â€œYou shouldnâ€™t be up walking around with your ankle not healed enough yet,â€ he told her, deciding to just completely ignore her question. Deziel really did not want her to be worried about himâ€¦ he would deal with his father on his own and did not want her to get hurt. He would have to do his best to ensure that she did not get hurt. There was not a doubt in his mind that his father would be coming after her very soon and so he would have to keep her safe. She would not be taken away from him, not even by his own father. Deziel was terrified by his father, but he had to remain strong. He was a demon not some weak human, he was capable of handling another demon.<br/><br/>Deziel smiled at Elizabeth, though it was obvious he was still rather upset, â€œYou should go back and rest some more.â€ He left the bathroom, rubbing his bloody hand, gesturing for her to return to the guestroom. â€œI will bring you some medicine so your ankle gets better quicker. How does that sound?â€ He only continued speaking to help ease his anger some more. He was not in the mood for her to be stubborn even if he flashed a gentle smile.