Zaviar did not understand the preoccupation with shoes anyway, be they indestructible or easily tossed aside. He had several pairs and they each served their purpose. Two pairs were for school, one was for the house, another was for when he just went out for this or that reason. There was a pair of boots somewhere as well, just in case, but that was it. He had seen inside of Madeleine's closet and he had not even bothered to try counting the pairs that she had. Heels, not-heels, a veritable rainbow of colors... he was positive that her shoes alone might be able to match a quarter of his yearly salary. Or even all of it. "I had a cage, steel I think." He was simply stating the facts as he recalled them. It only made sense that a bitten were-baby, which should never happen in the first place, would be put into a cage instead of a crib. One could not have the infant toddling around biting everything in sight while covered in scales. It bothered the neighbors. "Wood may not work in that case." The familiars would have to be set as guards to make sure that it did not slither away too.
The convenient thing about only having half an acceptable family was that Zaviar did not have to ask which grandfather Madeleine meant. She was, of course, referring to Lila's father. "Your grandfather has an interesting opinion." On hippies. Supernatural hippies. There was actually one of those at the school - or so Zaviar believed. The angelic blooded art teacher who needed to go far, far away along with everyone else in the school who had been infected by that holy blood. "I would wonder if our resident supernatural-haters had a hand in it." Did he even need to say the name for Madeleine to know who he was talking about? Doubtful, the sound of them stood out a fair bit. 'I haven't seen a slasher movie,' Knight declared. Had he? What was a slasher movie? 'Well if you want to make it so simple then fine. The most and best Madeleine.' He wondered if he should share these thoughts with Zaviar before deciding that the best answer there was probably 'no'. Zaviar might not be as amused by it as he had been. "Mmm, though the way that Marius behaved made me think that he was older than he looked. I wouldn't call how you behaved, bad." Had Madeleine really forgotten that? Or did she just think that she had been acting that way the entire day? No, most definitely not, Zaviar would have been able to get a single thing done. 'How can a place have nine circles?' Zaviar tuned his familiar out once more as he opened the door, removing his hand from Madeleine's just so that he could remove his tattered shirt. "I suppose that I'll have to ask Marius the next time he stops by and find out. A demon would know the answer to that question. While being completely able to lie if it would amuse them." Zaviar himself would do much the same so it only made sense that a true demon would.
That was when he realized that he had not even bothered to ask something, but just assumed as he went upstairs and brought Madeleine with him. "You are staying." It was not really a question because he was sure of the answer, and also because he knew what he wanted the answer to be. He was sore and tired and had quite literally lost himself looking for her so the only way to get a good night's sleep would be to have her there as well.