Nathaniel's eyes sparked, his blood boiled seeing how causal Capet was about such a thing. He stood up, his eyes like blue flames, and in a fit of fury, lunged at Capet, pinning him to the wall with one hand while the other turned into ebony claws. Enraged, he yelled, "You even look at her with that thought in your mind, and I'll pop your head like a cork!"<br/><br/>He was seething with anger, but he didn't even realize what he was doing. He had an afterthought, and stepped back, eyes narrow. His hand turned back to flesh and bone, and he turned away from Capet.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What the hell am I doing?</span>he thought,<span style="font-style: italic">Why am I so protective of her...? If she dies, that would solve the problem... wouldn't it?</span>He shook his head, glancing back at Capet, and said solemnly, "Yes, her soul would return to Heaven, but she would simply be reborn. By the time the demons find her again, she will be little more than an infant. You would be handing her over to them on a silver platter if you kill her."