He couldn't help but be curious about her. When she'd interrupted his conversation with his uncle of sorts, he'd found it fascinating. She had similar family ties. No one that Malachi had run into had been like that before. Most either feared or adored him. Unless he completely ignored them. Phoebe seemed to simply share the same curiosity he had for her in him.
"There should be. I mostly leave my neighbors alone, but it's clear some of those wankers have issues with some of the people you leave with. It's a big prison with too many places for even supernaturals eyes to cover at all time. Putting up some magical barriers should at least help protect you lot."
He could be a practical sort. His father was calculating, always looking ten moves ahead, and while Malachi could embrace that at times, he preferred to live in the moment. His decisions were often rash, and that was why he was certain he enjoyed his life more than his father. Though Azazeal had calmed down considerably now that he had his heir.
"This place is lacking in decent places to reside, but I'll admit I'm a bit spoiled. I originally grew up in a church, and then a boarding school that used to be my mum's family estate. My father and I stayed at one of his castles before it became clear England was not some place we should revel in. For now we're in the projects in town. How are you finding the prison?"