Armas watched her, his eyes moving over her features as she got up. He ignored their little bout and waited till she was close enough to clasp his hand over her chin. He lifted her head and inspect the place Lance buried his face.<br/><br/>His lips curled back again as he shot Lance a nasty look at the age reference. " You're pushing my buttons to much for me to give a good bloody damn." He muttered collectively, his hand moving mechanically down Anna's neck before he ceased her by the waist and drew her in.<br/><br/>Instantly he peering down in her beautiful human eyes and he cupped her chin in his hand again. He seemed to be contemplating something before releasing her and shooing her off to the bedroom. "Go wash," he growled in order to her.<br/><br/>His eyes went back to Lance and the thought that she smelled of someone else enraged him for reasons not quite yet known. "You know better than to get handsy with any new human. I don't touch your food so ignorantly, I'd appreciate..." he growled, " You leave me to my own devices as I've to yours. Besides, this one is special, I'm not sharing it this year." He paused, combing back his hair as he tried to relax but he would take care of his frustrations later.<br/><br/>"Besides, what are you here for? I thought you were wandering villages to start a harem of the finest youths?" He asked rather calmly, composing himself to be as regal as he could be. It was a mod killer for him to remain sour and defensive. He even started to crack a grin at a sudden occurring thought, "The humans are getting more stupid and reckless, Is think you'd have no troubles at all."