Kennet smirked. Elia would have had a field day seeing someone else roll their eyes at the Djinn rather than him at them. These little interactions with people of his own past had been the reason he needed to stay away from them. They gave away a lot more of him than he wished, knew a lot more. "It is my job to worry about the employees. As most do not worry about themselves."
By the time Kennet and Aria had run into each other, he had already changed from the vision Elia had witnessed of his past. Without his other half- Betrest, being the last name they used- and with the burning anger of a thousand suns, many of the ancestors of Solomon that tried to capture his other half's power had been destroyed in his wrath. The djinn had been at his worst, little more than the evil djinns he had scoffed at in their want to destroy. But Aria's softness reminded him partially of Betrest- the other Djinn had been more than some airy child like Aria, but the calm of their presence equalled one another.
"It is hard to control a flame if it has room to breathe." He countered. The magic bindings hidden away even highly sensitive witches and creatures could hardly notice them.
"What brings you to us?" He decided to change the subject away from him, the softness a crack through his hardened exterior.