It didn’t help much when she said she initiated it but at the very least it didn’t make matters much worse. He let out a groan of disbelief at the thought but it didn’t shift the blame off of this guy. “Doesn’t matter,” he gave a slight wave of his hand before it curled into a fist once more. “He should know better. And you know why? He's thirty fucking years old.” Rounding up but that was unimportant. “And making moves on an eighteen year old girl. I don’t think that nice is the right word for it.”
He let his hands slide upward over his face slowly, giving a long inhale before looking at her across the table. “Who is he? Where is he?” Distantly he was aware that he wasn’t giving much incentive for Ileana to spill these very important details, but he was doing his best. He hadn’t flipped the table over. He was practically on his best behavior.