Zaviar wondered if he should have been so intrigued by the idea of Madeleine in very short shorts and a top with interesting sorts of holes in it from the fire. "Your shoes don't know how to be destroyed." An idle comment, the sort that he usually would have foregone making, but it seemed appropriate. He did not mention that he had caught sight of the necklace she was playing with. He was, however, a little relieved to see that it had managed to make it through the fire without melting. For some reason he thought that he might have been just a little displeased if the necklace that he had put actual effort into buying had been destroyed because of idiotic anti-supernaturals at a march put on by equally idiot supernaturals. Zaviar's interest would not be snagged in truth by any of these demonstrations until one of them happened to be anti-vanilla. He would be more than happy to figure out how to put it on. When he ached a little less. It would be interesting to see how many people I don't know would be interested in such a thing. Too bad that there was no way to guarantee that they were all were's or witches. With the occasionally acceptable elemental or necromancer thrown in.
"We'll make sure to leave it out of the construction of the crib then." Zaviar's voice was not dry, it was the exact same as always, but had anyone else heard it then they likely would have doubted that he cared. In reality it could not have been farther from the truth since he actually did care. Otherwise he would not have been glad to have his beliefs confirmed, nor would he had reached out to Madeleine like that. Touching her stomach was different than her shoulder or face after all. Especially now that there happened to be a small... person growing inside of it. The were's thoughts were tugged away from wondering if a were child could shift en utero when Madeleine declared that what had happened in Ann Arbor was rather more universal. He supposed that he should not be surprised by that. "When you advertise such an event and have it happen all over the world, I imagine that makes it all the more tempting for the terrorists. I would be tempted." Had the vanilla's done so then he doubted that he would have been able to resist such a wonderfully large target. And the people responsible? Well, it seemed rather like they had gotten exactly what they wanted: dead supernaturals, chaos, disorder, etc. Zaviar would have appreciated it if he and Madeleine had not been caught up in it. He could have stayed and thought about that a little longer, likely until he drifted off to sleep, had Madeleine not risen and offered her hand. Zaviar stared at it before deciding to accept it, though it was unnecessary. They both knew which of them was the stronger even while tired.
'Can't she just poison the others? And would the others be less Madeleine? Which one would you belong to?' This was all very confusing and Knight was not sure that he liked it anymore. At first it had been amusing. He disliked how amusing thoughts could get all tangled like that. "Persephone. Marius." Zaviar tested the names, both demons apparently, and one his relative. "Demons seem to have such odd names. You cannot be surprised one is a bad influence. If I recall correctly, when Marius was here... I wouldn't call that bad." The corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk as they started up the stairs. "Demons know their own. It is odd to think of them just walking around, though. One wonders how many there are." Zaviar supposed that demons could perhaps be classes as a deserving race as well; though angels would never be. Maybe the fae since they could turn out family's like the Grays.