Azrael felt his face darken again. "They hit you?" he growled. He would never understand why people chose to strike out at those they felt angered them, or for any of the other host of reasons he'd heard abusers give. None of them ever made any sense.
"Well you can always talk to me," he went on. "It's too quiet around here anyway, the place could use a bit of chatter that isn't coming from the television."