'Yes he would.' Which Knight did not mean in a bad way. It was simply something that was true because that was who Zaviar was. He killed people. Knight had been around him for long enough to know that he had killed his first person when he was younger than he had any right to be. Violence might not be in his nature but death was. He just could not be violent because that would trigger his other side and then he would not remember, and Knight knew how much that bothered him. It was simply not something that they talked about because Zaviar did not want to. Apparently it bothered people to realize that they were in the presence of someone who would enjoy what he did every full moon if he was only capable of remembering it.
Sliding the box into the backseat of his car, Zaviar closed the door again and leaned against it. His eyes went back to study Madeleine's house. Why was it that a simple enough thing could cause the way he was regarding everything to change? Not an hour past he had been content to appreciate Madeleine's skirt and think about all the reasons she should wear more ones like it. Now he was leaning more towards wondering why he had not thought to ask questions that were usually one of the first thing he did when certain things were on the agenda. 'Are condoms those little round things that Antonin yelled at me for eating?' How many times did he have to be informed that he was not being spoken to? Or even referred to? Zaviar may not have been in pain from what his familiar had done but he still lacked appreciation for it. And the dog was annoying him. Sighing, something that he rarely did in any sort of meaningful way, Zaviar turned back towards the house. At least Madeleine's mother was occupied with her calling of all the doctors in the area and would not be undressing him with her eyes - or fire - for awhile. Could he forbid her from doing that last part? While it worked on certain people there was something that told him that maybe Lila would not go along with what he said quite as easily and readily as her daughter and apparent cousin did. Unless that runs in the family too.
"I have to ask why you aren't just burning everything," Zaviar remarked as he stepped back into the room to pick up a few more boxes. "That which isn't yours obviously has no value." Anything belonging to the former occupants was useless garbage so far as he was concerned now that he had used a bit of it against one of them. That was still a sort of poetic justice that he thought anyone could appreciate if they tried hard enough. Zaviar had never had this many boxes when he moved around. And if he had then they all would have had a purpose. Keeping things of no value was just ridiculous if you asked him. "Your mother would do it if she knew whose it was, I imagine. If she's anything like you in other ways." That was the ghost of a smirk as he stuck his head back in the room. 'Can any of it be chewed on?'