It amused him to watch the others on the plane.  Of all of Dawn's guards he was the farthest from the typical warrior.  He smiled as he saw the older Pure, the knights full of honor and strength, shift uncomfortably.  The sky was not their place and the technology that made up the plane was human and modern.  The newer guards were younger Pure and more attuned to such mortal things.  And they were calm.  Calm had replaced valor with the modern human world.  He watched them and shook his head.  They were not knights, they were bodyguards, security.  It was good since they were entering DC.  And while he did not know them as well as he did the others, he had no doubt that they were brave and loyal.  Some questioned what place he had among such honorable Pure as the child of a shadow and a beast.  He was not a fighter like the rest.  He had forsaken his Queen to swear himself to Dawn but the dark acts he'd carried out for her followed him.<br/><br/>He smiled when he realized some had begun to return his gaze.  He could care less what they thought.  They knew of his oath and that was enough to placate their distrust.  There was only one who's opinion mattered and she knew how he felt, that he would follow her anywhere and do anything for her.  Even those things her other guards might be too honorable to consider if it came to it.<br/><br/>The plane's decent interrupted his musing and he rose eagerly to disembark once they were on the ground.  His glamour masked him, hiding his inhuman features and leaving him just a slight and nondescript man in a dark suit.  He adjusted the matching dark shades before exiting.  He made his way to the limo, lips curling to see Dawn after the long flight.<br/><br/>"So, does it feel good to be home?" he asked as he moved near and reached to touch her elbow lightly.