Now what sort of person didn't fear the demons that were likely out there terrorizing whoever they came across? Diana was a little curious about that and would've asked if she hadn't then been distracted by the sight of Lala fluttering over to land on Laurent. "Lala, our guest isn't your perch." Breeze never did that. Breeze was also a considerable amount larger than her daughter's familiar, true, but her point stood that using someone as a perch was likely every bit as rude as not asking them into the house when it was dangerous outside. Or at any time for that matter. "Brave indeed. Or foolish," Diana added simply. Now she wasn't being rude, she was simply pointing out the other option for the reasoning behind not seeming to be afraid of things that would make most grown men run away crying. Or leave them broken shells. A sigh. Barnabas.
But all of those thoughts, anything she might have meant to say to Laurent, vanished when Cheila used that voice. It was the voice of a child that she'd known very well. One that she'd heard before she was presented with a little injury that she needed to kiss better. Concern etched over her face as she turned towards her daughter, but the concern was replaced with blankness when she heard 'he's a vampire'. She turned towards Laurent, eyes sharp, and there was a rumble of thunder in the air that didn't come from any stormcloud that had been there before. 'Don't do it Diana, he's your daughter's friend.' Friend? How could a vampire be friends with any of her children? How could one dare to even look at her babies? They had taken them from her! They'd sold them into things that had damaged them in ways that she couldn't fix. "You're a vampire." Her voice was remarkably level. But the thunder was louder, her eyes flashing like the lightning she desperately wanted to strike him. Only Lala was perched on his shoulder. She'd done that on purpose.
"You're a vampire and you came near my daughter. Why? Do you want to try to take her back? That won't happen, Laurent. You won't hurt her." That he hadn't made any indication that he wanted to, that he'd been perfectly pleasant and that Cheila seemed to like him, was not registering so well anymore. At that particular moment Diana wasn't seeing a person so much as a monster who was of the same race that'd torn her entire life to shreds that had taken years to gather back together. And it'd never be fully together again. Because of people like him. 'You can't lump all vampires together.' Yes I can.