Keirst shrugged, his smile unwavering. "Temper temper," He spoke in a mocking tone. "Anger doesn't become one such as you. You're frustrated, and understandably so. To be treated so insignificantly by one you can't harm or even force to stop, that must be awful. It must make you feel powerless, I'm sure."<br/><br/>Keirst stood up and walked to the wall, which he leaned against. "I suggest we let Jack to his own devices for now, I'm sure he cannot afford to be distracted whilst the bad bad little monsters are nearby. If we don't leave it may not end so well for any of us, considering you and I live within Jack and you rely on him at the moment. What say you stop making things appear as they are not and we depart. There will be another time for this argument."