Carson blinked when she replied back in Spanish. â€œSi. Si Senorita. Muy Frio. Como ahora.â€ (Yes. Yes miss. Very cold. Like now.) Her words though were very shocking but of course he had to answer back with an opinion. He honestly hadnâ€™t expected her to answer back in Spanish. He wondered what other languages she knew. He would have to experiment with that eventually. It would amuse him to no end if he could find a language she didnâ€™t know and speak it to her. He wondered if that would piss her off if he did that. He focused in as she spoke. â€œNot your department? Hmm.......â€ He said. Looking at her as if he was obviously inspecting and studying her. â€œHmm.....nope nope. I suppose its not. Does seem like something out of your skill range. You come off as the heavy hand and not the delicate sneak.â€ He said flashing a dashing smile at her after saying that.<br/><br/>It quickly went away as she spoke. Fuck. That was not good. Shit. â€œI donâ€™t believe you have any legal right to enter a residence you have no search warrent for. I also did not give you a go ahead to enter any secondary residences of mine. That is breaking and entering.â€ He said. His features quite pale though. â€œI donâ€™t want you and your men in my house. Quite frankly Iâ€™d rather walk around butt naked first. Every day no matter who was staring.â€ He said with a very deadly seriousness. â€œThat is invasion of privacy and I have done nothing that warrents you invading my privacy. I have rights you know. I know my rights. Intrusion is against my rights.â€ He said with gritted teeth. â€œThey better not touch a damn thing other than the dresser drawers. I wonâ€™t be responsible if they get hurt because they do.â€ He said with a cold voice. â€œThatâ€™ll be on YOUR head if they have a hand blown off by a protection spell.â€ He said with a venomous sweetness.<br/><br/>He did not appreciate that. Sure. He was okay with a lot of things. His sanctitude being invaded was not one of those things. â€œThey also better keep their noses out of things they donâ€™t belong sticking it in.â€ Namely his covenâ€™s meeting places. They were just enjoying making his life worse and worse. Wasnâ€™t bad enough that somebody sabatoged him and he got arrested? Now they were trying to destroy his home and find information out he didnâ€™t want them to have? Okay. Maybe he was over reacting but how would you feel if you intentionally didnâ€™t tell someone about a secondary residence and then THEY invaded the place of sactitude? Youâ€™d be pissed off too wouldnâ€™t you?<br/><br/>He soon calmed down though. He didnâ€™t stay angry long but he did let out an indignant huff. â€œYou had no right to use your agent<span style="font-style: italic">SPIES</span>to invade a place of solitude. There are things there that normals donâ€™t need to poke their noses into. I highly doubt your friends are going to go in, get clothes, and go out without doing further invasion of my privacy. Damn government types always doing stuff like that.â€ He muttered the last part under his breath. He put a hand to his head. â€œYou people give me a headache.â€ He said under his breath in Celtic. He looked at her and didnâ€™t even recognize the look she gave him as a dangerous look.<span style="font-style: italic">What the hell was that look for? What secret feminine meaning did it have?</span>He did notice that seconds after she gave him that look her partner flinched. Interesting. Made him even more curious what that look was supposed to mean.<br/><br/>He smiled a moment later. â€œNo. No. I agreed to get in the car so the FBI didnâ€™t shoot me. Plus I was practically shoved into it like a canned sardine so I had to agree. Nothing to do but agree. As for the cops...no no. I was not being a hostile threat with a gun firing at them. Cops donâ€™t just go shooting willy nilly at unarmed unthreatening people. Well unless you TOLD them to shoot me if I didnâ€™t get in the car.â€ He said with a chuckle. He listened as she continued. â€œI do insist. As of right now I only know I am the hostage and you are the captor. We have not yet established that you and I are on the same team. It is best to stick with formalities when you donâ€™t know for sure if someone is friend or foe. Prevents letting your guard down and making yourself vunerable to attack or backstabbing.â€ He said in a sweet as pie tone.<br/><br/>He grinned as she continued. â€œTrue. True. Highly unlikely they would have one woman with all those male agents.â€ He shrugged a bit. â€œHowever, you will be the only lady agent who I will be looking at for more than a brief second. I doubt anyone hear matches your attractiveness level. Even if they did the crazy deadly one before me is much more interesting to pay attention to.â€ He said with an impish grin. Yes. He had a feeling she would probably eventually hit him. What he didnâ€™t get is why. Why would she hit him for flirting with her and stating facts? For saying she was sexy. Most women wanted to hear they were very attractive.<br/><br/>He backed up a step as she got closer to him. â€œYes. I do agree. I will very much look like swish cheese. The beauty of it though is...swish cheese or not...Iâ€™ll be alive still.â€ He flashed antoher thousand watt smile at her. He sighed and his smile faded. Back to business eh? Did this woman EVER just cut loose? Even for a second??? He crossed his arms. â€œI know why. I am a threat. Not just any threat. I am the biggest threat. I have been trained in our ways since I was not even a year old. I have only gotten stronger over the years. I will only continue to get stronger.â€ He said. Huffing a bit. â€œYes. Warlocks most likely. Only a Warlock would know how to tamper with a spell. Only a Warlock would use the certainty that an interruption like a rock to the back causing mispronounciation would use such a crooked tactic. Your world has your crookeds and my world has ours.â€<br/><br/>He sighed a bit. Damnit. The woman was right. â€œYes. I do believe it was intended to kill me. However, they underestimated me. They underestimated my skill and stamina. I highly doubt calling in the authorities was high on their priority list. After all they WERE trying to kill me with my own spell.â€ He sighed a bit. â€œAs for the others...yes I know. Unlike the normals we know when something in our society goes wrong long before your society even realizes it. Its in interconnecting web...so to speak. A candle of power snuffs out...everyone feels it. Everyone who knows what they are feeling anyways.â€ He shook his head. â€œNo. The wouldnâ€™t help me out because I got caught. The biggest rule is donâ€™t get caught by normals. Donâ€™t get caught by those outside the supernatural world. When I got caught...I was on my own.â€ The coven couldnâ€™t risk everyone being exposed so they withdrew from the link that got caught. He was the link that got caught.<br/><br/>â€œAs of the current moment I am on my own for an unforeseeable amount of time.â€ He admitted grudgingly. He looked at her. â€œProtective custody doesnâ€™t usually use the people they are protecting. I am quite certain you all intend to use me until you see no further use for me. I am not some toy you can just play with and discard later once the interest has run out.â€ He said simply. He snickered a bit. â€œCrack team of scientsist...â€ he snickered more fighting laughter. â€œ...and historians....â€ He burst into laughter. â€œThey are screwed. So so screwed. You canâ€™t analyze magic with science and history. It is not science it is an art. You canâ€™t define art by limiting views such as science and history.â€ He was laughing hard now. â€œOh my god...that is the most amusing thing I have ever heard.â€ He listened to her continue. â€œYes. I am quite certain I could if they annoyed me enough.â€ He shrugged at the have some spunk bit. At times yes.<br/><br/>He listened as she continued and flashed a sexy but devilish grin. "Now you are just flirting with me. Its kind of hot." Yes. He did just say that about her personally shooting him. â€œOn another note...those spells...are not toys to be played with. They are deadly and powerful things when weilded by the right user. The right opponent.â€ he ran a hand through his hair. â€œI was dealing with issues to the normals in that graveyard. A wraith, some ghosts, and a couple zombies. Should have been a simple banishment spell and dematerialization of the zombies.â€ he sighed a bit. â€œWe...meaning me and others like me...use what we have for the protection of normals. We work under the radar. We are not to get caught. We are not to tell the normals we are doing it. This line of work I was doing was a line of work my parents did before me.â€ He shrugged a bit. â€œSuppose I can follow you around for now though.â€