Rank scent... now Drystan would be quite horrified to know that his scent was ever classified as rank not with the amount of money that he so carelessly spent on cologne alone. Though if anything such a description of him could only be accounted due to the smeller's complete lack of taste. He was part animal after all.

It was almost sweet, that he came rushing to protect someone who had so willing given every bit of her blood. In fact she'd cried out for more and Drystan had been more than willing to oblige. Of course in the end she may have gotten a little more than she'd bargained for but that was the price of playing the proverbial fire. You did tend to get burned every now again. Burned, broken limbs... something along those lines.

What wasn't sweet however was what this little were thought was an appropriate response. Clearly Isobel had skimped on the manners with this one. But then again had Drystan known she was in the market for a little toy, guard, whatever she wanted to call it... Drystan certainly wouldn't have suggested one of the blood that Rei came from. Unreliable and apparently insane as well.

Air that Drystan didn't need came out with a whoosh as Rei's fist connected with his stomach. Lazy had been the correct word to describe Drystan, smug as well. And that reason alone kept him off guard for that split second. It didn't last long however, for all his slothfulness... Drystan could be just as quick and cruel to boot. His shoulders had curled only slightly from the impact and as he rapidly straightened there was a look in his cold blue eyes that not many saw... well not many saw and lived to tell about.

"I wasn't aware Isobel enjoyed her men so stupid." Drystan said simply, his voice loaded with the coiled anger that he didn't unleash quite yet. Perhaps he was seeing just how stupid this little were was. "Though I do know that brains don't exactly run in the family..." That was practically purred as he leaned back against the wall, no longer lazy but like a snake poised to strike.