"Look," was all he could manage to say for the moment in time. Auden parted his lips slightly, just to allow a slight 'grumble' noise to pass through as if he was clearing his throat. "You know what I came here for, so don't act the opposite." He just wanted to see her; he wanted to know that porcelain, milky face was merely not a figment of imagination... and that was all. When he'd arrived, he didn't expect to feel so many emotions surging through his body, which was weak at the moment from all that had happened previously. Auden's lips pursed as he eyed the water that was placed in front of him as if it was some foreign object, while only reaching forward to wipe a bead of condensation off of the edge. "And of course I'm leaving," he started, "why else would I stay here -- with you?" Each word that poured from his mouth was fueled by the hate for his father, and the hate for the whore that was probably Rebecca's mother. His usually placid face had twisted into a cruel sneer as he stood near she. As if his emotions had a mind of their own, he muttered a weak sounding "You'd truly disgust me if you weren't the only thing that I'd known of besides family..." He he gripped her by the underside of her cheek, barely letting the edges trace past her skin lazily.<br/><br/>(Possibly, that could make sense. But I'm not so sure if the obsessive calling will make the point we're trying to achieve... I'm sure I'll find a way quick enough! :D)