Kurt did not answer at first, focusing all of his attention on swiftly cleaning his blades before placing them into their carrying case. As much as he simply wanted to flee the scene, caring for one's swords was of the utmost importance and it had to be seen to first. He did his best to keep his back to the two as he wiped the steel and sheathed the blades, gathering up his gym bag and case quickly. He would have gladly retreated then, but it seemed that Scion was not simply going to let it go.
It was not that Kurt was trying to be cold or hateful, it was not that he intended to hurt anyone, Kurt just simply did not understand. That kind of behavior... lifestyle... choice, it was bad. It was shameful, and he had thought everyone understood that. If the simply could not resist the temptation, he would have thought they would have kept it behind closed doors, hushed and to themselves, and yet... and yet they were doing such things in public, on the front lawn, no less! He felt ill to his stomach, his heart was racing, his face felt cold and his hands were near shaking. He just did not understand.
Scion continued to press the matter, and Kurt found his fear and confusion turning to anger. He saw no reason for this aggression, Scion should have known that kind of thing was wrong! His body was still tensed with nervous energy, voice a little higher than usual with the nervousness behind his anger. "I would think you know quite well what," he said as clearly and slowly as he was able. Unfortunately, his words came out rather rushed and with more of a sharp German accent than he usually had. He swallowed, it was quite hard to do, and then shrugged his bag further up his shoulder. He turned and started to stride away, electing to head towards a side door in order to avoid another encounter with Nicholas. He wanted to run, but he was afraid that doing so would give the impression that he was being overpowered by evil, or something equally ridiculous. He forced himself to walk in long, quick, controlled strides as he kept a white-knuckled grip on the strap of his gym bag.