Such politeness - was it time to crush her spine yet? Or perhaps if he went for her ribs first? One at a time... Bare-handed, of course; at the hands of Hatred that could almost prove to be an aversion therapy against life itself. Aleksei would have been interested to see the result of that, had he not gone and been distracted by an angry mutter from behind a nearby bookcase. One of the people who was previously at the desks, if his memory and hearing served. Such terrible luck to walk into his sphere of influence twice, really. Then again, mankind always had been gluttons for punishment, especially the angelic-blooded. She was still stood there, still talking, still doubtlessly questioning that base revulsion, that voice screaming from the very centre of their being that they needed to step the fuck away from him. They never did. Instinct, pure instinct - and maybe a little luck - was the basis of the survival of the fittest, and they fucking ignored it. Like every stupid fucking heroine in every stupid fucking horror movie, they stepped towards the closet door that was open just a crack. As he felt the seething pit in his stomach writhe, the familiar burning stabbed white hot needles into the backs of Aleksei’s eyes. The hatred of others was a welcome feeling and he returned his focus in full to this... girl.
Child, even.
She had been talking again. From the rate at which her manners had failed her, it was something she needed to stop doing before he really did tear her tongue out. He really couldn’t give a fuck, or anything else for that matter, what was or was not considered acceptable in America. “You would like me to ask then get into your personal space?” The amiable expression didn’t change, though his tone was a touch more mocking. “Generally, in Russia,” his hand swept enough of an arc to break the boundaries of any personal bubble easily, albeit briefly, “we do not make sarcastic remarks about specific principles based on the assumption that the person we are talking to is not fully aware of the concept.” Grin twisting into a smirk, Aleksei gave an open shrug and stepped across the gap she had put between them. “I think what I am trying to say is... cry more.” Marked with a tap on her nose. No, a river was not enough, but if he stood here long enough he was definitely going to headbutt her.