You Again? -Evanna-

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

“Well we all have our moments” he said simply in response to her hot headed comment adding in a quick shrug. He could be hot headed, obvious that was one of his problems, with his, condition. He had to work so hard just to keep his temper in check, it was part of the reason he had started playing sports in the first place, it had been the emotional release he'd needed and it had continued to help him. The stress of a game was nothing compared to the stress he walked around with on a day to day basis worrying with each step what might happen to those around him if he were to lose control.

“Yeah exactly” he said. That was what was strange about it, Messier had only met, if you could call it that, this woman two times and she seemed to have a strange liking for her. Not that he had any real problem with it but he did get somewhat nervous about her getting attached to people who were just going to go away. It wasn't really fair to her, but he figured that now she was young enough it didn't really make a whole lot of difference or at least he was hoping it didn't.

“I don't...not believe in it” that was the only way he felt he could really answer the question. He definitely thought that things happened for a reason, but fate seemed like a silly romance novel ideal when you just said it out loud. “Well yeah... Things happen for a reason, and then you have to deal with it” he added just proving his point further but he just leaned back and smiled because he knew it was some what of a losing battle to argue with her.

As she stated her favourite colours he couldn't help but laugh there was just something about the words Gold and Plum that sounded exceptionally pretentious. “Was that just a fancy way of saying Yellow and Purple?” he asked like the lakers or the kings which was extra amusing to him because she was from L.A or at least the surrounding area. “Mine's red....in case you were wondering” he offered. Because he's practically lived his youth in a Sens Jersey.

“No it's not shocking, it just really makes me wonder what kind of life you lead that you feel the need to push everyone away” he said and immediately wished he hadn't said it at all not that it wasn't the truth he just realised it wasn't really any of his business. People had their reasons for doing things, he shouldn't have asked someone who was evidently a stranger, something like that.

[EVANNA NATALIE ARRYN]

Evanna merely stared at him for a long moment before finally relenting, "Yeah...I guess we do," she replied now, some more than others. Hell, she had more than enough anger to last her a life time, maybe she was the one who was the monster and not him. Besides, for now, anger is something hard to gauge, with Dastan at least. After all, he had the sport at the emotional outlook and unlike some others, seemed rather well grounded in life. Not that Evanna knew much about people, only the things that they become, but it's not like hunters ever liked to deal with humans in the first place. The only knowledge they ever taught was the kill.

"So? It's not anything," she replied now. Although it was a little odd to think that his daughter might actually remember her. But Messier was so young, Evanna found it hard to believe that she actually did, even if she acted like it. There was no bond there or relationship, whatever he had been suggesting. Maybe it was because she was a woman, but other than that, she was certain that there was nothing deeper than that. Speaking of beliefs though, it seemed that they differed in opinion on something else as well. Fate.

She found herself not entirely sure of what to make of his answer though. Of course she would be stuck running into someone who believed in such a thing. Evanna supposed now that she believed in it to an extent with stories, but anything else seemed so childish, "Things happen all the time. It doesn't mean that there's a reason behind it," she replied stubbornly. Like running into him, but bringing that up would be like walking unprepared into a trap. But there was something even more troubling than that on her mind about Dastan at this current moment, "Why are smiling?" Evanna demanded now, uncertain of what to make of it or their silly little argument.

Dastan's laugh caught her off guard, but she realized now it had to do with her colors of choice, "No. They're in the crayon box," she countered now, "They're totally real colors. You just lack imagination," she replied now. Evanna rolled his eyes at his typical guy choice: red. So boring, and it only proved her point, although there was no doubt in her mind that there was something significant behind it, "Plain red? That's just so...Canadian." There was perhaps no other way to put it, at least by her standards, "At least mine are royal colors." And well, the Lakers color as well, which is probably the only real sport that mattered in California as far as she was concerned.

But their semi 'playful' (if one were to call it that) banter though came to a halt with his curious little statement, but it also felt like a punch to the face. For once she didn't seem to be able to find words though. What could she say that would come off normal though? But it all lead her back thinking to that question that she asked him a little while back: why did he care? They were two strangers, he shouldn't care at all about this. Or her life, or her stance on it, and certainly not the lead up to it either, "Because people get in the way and emotions compromise people."

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

"..." he couldn't help but smile more. " I like to smile I didn't realize that had become a crime" he asked. Testy again but instead of annoying he actually found it amusing, maybe a little bit endearing, that was still yet to be seen. He laughed at her colour accusation. "Well... I am Canadian" he pointed out. He figured there was probably a technical name for the particular shade of red he preferred over others but he didn't really care enough about the details of something that trivial to get too caught up in it, or allow it to worry him.

After all, it was just a colour. "If you've forgotten you can be reminded at the next Olympics" he joked though he was also quite serious. The last winter games had been his first to play for the national team, but he was 100% sure that if he was still alive in two more years he was going to make the team again and win.

"Red is a royal colour" he pointed out. Typically it was Red, Purple, Gold and well... Royal Blue, the bright stuff not the dull pale peasants colours. He wasn't really sure what peasants colours were after all this wasn't medieval times and the colours you wore didn't really matter. Well, not to normal people. For him, it sort of mattered, he couldn't exactly be seen sporting the team colours of his team opponents which admittedly was sort of lame. His team paid him well but Green and white weren't exactly his favorite colours in the world.

"Yeah but sometimes being compromised is worth it..." he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "The right people can be worth it I mean" he added. Not that he knew much. Messier had been worth it for sure, it was different going from just having to worry about himself to having someone else rely on him but he was pretty sure he had never loved anyone more than his daughter. The constant worry was worth it at the end of the day.

[EVANNA NATALIE ARRYN]

Was it just her or was he smiling even more? Evanna didn't even know why it bothered her really. People smile, people smiled all the time. Maybe it was just their setting, because with Messier sleeping and out of sight, this almost looked like a date to her. Or maybe they looked just like friends. Either way, it looked like something that it certainly was not, "Uh...it is. It's a federal crime in America. Didn't you hear?" she asked now, still sounding a little testy as she looked away, but it seemed that her gaze found its way back to him. Dastan's little Canadian comment only caused her to roll her eyes though.

But before she could even decide to fire something back about the whole thing, the Olympics came up. It nearly threw her for a moment, he had been in the Olympics? Or at least, she would assume so because people usually weren't that automatic about it unless they knew they were going. Still, a slight laugh escaped her now and she shook her head, "What makes you think I'd even want to watch you on TV? It's not like, I'm obsessed with you or anything." She might had just set herself up for a trap with that though, since well, she had agree to go watch him. Tomorrow. In person. Fuck.

She shook her head at the mere thought of red being a royal color, "You only say that cause you're still loyal to England in your hearts." Although, plenty of Americans now were clearly obsessed with the British as well. Evanna was clearly not on top of her game today and she wasn't even sure as to what had happened here. But colors could only save her for so long from the actual semi-serious conversation that they had going on. Just like Fate and Destiny, it seemed that Dastan also took this whole emotional compromising seriously as well but maybe he didn't understand it, "A parental instinct doesn't count as a compromise. It's built into you, it's natural."

Or at least, it should be natural. Maybe Dastan was just natural to take a baby girl off his doorstep. To each their own really, probably not a lot of them would do that, "Besides, even if it wasn't. I still wouldn't agree with you. It can't be worth it if it leaves you weak and open...vulnerable." No, she didn't like that idea at all. That was something dangerous waiting to happen, specifically if they fell into the hands of something dangerous and cable. Evanna felt like it would be one thing to be tortured, but to watch or to be forced into watching someone that you...love, that was just, worse than dying.

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

"Well considering the people in New York I've dealt with so far, I would actually be inclined to almost believe you" he joked putting extra emphases on the 'almost' part. Truthfully though people were not very friendly here. They weren't exactly out of their way to be rude but they weren't out of their way to be friendly either.

"I don't...think that" he said a little confused at her reaction. Wow, he couldn't win here it seemed. " I just meant, you know, most people watch the Olympics here and there... We frequently kick America's ass in the gold medal game so ..." he was joking again but he wondered if he should just stop talking. Every time he opened his mouth it seemed to get him in bigger trouble with her, and he wasn't even sure how it'd landed in trouble with her to begin with.

He laughed at her comment about Loyalty to England. "Uhhh don't let my parents here you say that... they're Irish they're probably the complete opposite of Loyal to England" The Riley's weren't quite so bad in their ancient feud hate as some others that he'd met but there was still an inkling of it, his father had always joked that Great-Grandpa Riley had crossed his fingers during his Citizenship oath swearing allegiance to the Queen. Not that Dastan was... exactly a 'Riley' but still.

"I wasn't just talking about Mess" he started "And I seriously doubt it's built in... there are some pretty shite parents out there" he pointed out. "I just mean what the hell's the point of it all being here if you can't enjoy it with other people" he asked. "Or at least impact someone's life somehow... I don't want to just live and die, and I don't just want to be remembered for a killer slap shot.... which, arguably I do have" he was joking again, he really wasn't that cocky.

"I want to leave legacy of people behind not things, or tasks" he felt weird now saying that. It was kind of hard to explain. "I don't want to be remembered for what I am" he meant a hockey player. It would be nice to leave a hockey legacy sure, but he was no Gretzky, besides it was just what he did, like people were Lawyers, or Doctors. "I don't know...nevermind" he muttered now.

[EVANNA NATALIE ARRYN]

"Well, at least it's not New York City," she replied now. Funny, being from the 90210 postal code, one would have thought that she would have loved the City as everybody seemed to affectionately call it. Evanna hated it there, the people were obnoxious and even made her want to go into fits of rage and attack someone. And she was human. Her comment about the Olympics had thrown him though, and she almost felt bad about saying it now. Key word being almost. But Evanna found herself staring at him with that gold medal comment, "You realize I'm American, right? Besides, at least we win more medals overall." People might argue though, that the ice hockey thing was the main prize of the Winter Olympics though. She never did watch though, too busy with hunting.

Even now though, she felt like there was something odd about Dastan. He was too nice. He actually made her feel like a bitch for her normal personality some times and stand offish attitude. It is, in fact, annoying. But it's not like she could really translate that over too well, and Evanna didn't entirely understand the whole situation either. Maybe she really had been lacking in proper socialization with people. Still, this shouldn't even affect her. He is a werewolf, she knew it, she just needed the proof. His laugh caught her off guard, snapping her from her confusing thoughts at that very moment as he explained his parents, "Right...Riley's an Irish name...should have known. Well, they must be good people then." Then something hit her, "Wait, Dastan's not an Irish name, is it?"

It seemed a little out of place to her, but who was she to say anything? Although, maybe names and their origins were the least of her concerned right now. The conversation seemed to be taking an odd turn and twist from fate, destiny, and now emotional compromise. Dastan seemed to be the total opposite of her when it came to these things, in fact, she had never met somebody who seemed so into those ideas, "Wait, if you weren't just talking about Messier. Than who you else were talking about?" she asked now, because as far as she knew, the man was single. In fact, other than his daughter and team, he never mentioned anyone else in his life. He didn't have to put out shitty parents to her though, she had known one.

Other hunters might say that she was too hard on her mother though after her whole ordeal and what lead up to this training. Still, Evanna couldn't seem to find herself able to forgive her and sometimes, she actually wondered how different her life might have been if her mother's fiance hadn't been killed, or if her actual dad had never met her mother. How normal she could have been, "It's called surviving. Or enjoying it by yourself. People function just fine like that," she was a living example of it. Lot's of people were, he was just getting all romantic on her about life it seemed. Dastan was so...human, Evanna found it strange because she shouldn't even be giving these benefits of doubt.

His little statement about not wanting to be remembered for what he was actually caused a slight laugh to escape her. She knew what he meant, a hockey player. Everybody would read it that way and yet here she was, thinking it was something else, "You have a lot of expectations for the world when it's just a cruel and dark place. Did you know that?" she asked now, "Or is this like, your coming of age moment? And it just like, was delayed in high school until now."

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

He thought about his parents being good people and he figured she was mostly right. "Yeah... they are" he said simply clearly not wanting to talk much more about it he didn't have much to say about his parents really. "No it's not...It's Persian...which I'm obviously not. I'm not really Irish either anyway, or don't think so. I'm adopted" he stated. To be fair he didn't know anything at all about his birth parents, he may have been Irish, he could have been German, Norwegian, Icelandic, French. "I think they just liked the sound of the name..." who was he to talk about names he'd named his daughter after his favorite hockey player, there were worse things than a Persian name for an Irish kid.

Who was he talking about if not his daughter. No one really, he realized now as the thought settled in he didn't have anyone to be talking that way about. "No one... " He started "Just in general... I don't have to be talking about anyone specific to know what I want" he muttered leaning back and turned his head quickly as he saw Messier shift in her sleep with a little sigh. He brushed her blond hair back off her face before he listened to her next words about surviving.

"Sure people can function living in a five by five cell their entire lives too doesn't mean they're happy" he pointed out he didn't even know why he kept feeling the need to argue with her about this, why was it bothering him so much. He didn't even really have a family, his parents sure but there was strain there, as much as he owed them his life in their weird way they had taken care of him but it wasn't the kind of love a family should have, it was more of an obligation. He visited them because he had to. He didn't want to wind up some poor loner living in the middle of nowhere whose daughter wouldn't ever visit him except for when she felt like she had to.

The thought started a strange sense of panic settle in his chest. He was unfamiliar with the feeling, he'd always been independent, he'd had to be but since Messier had come into his life his thinking had completely changed and it freaked him out. He knew, logically despite the amount of times he denied it to himself, he was a ticking time bomb. He had temper issues despite trying his best to keep them under control, or release them through his sports, he could hurt someone even in human form especially when he got himself worked up like he was right now.

He smiled slightly when she told him he had too many expectations in the world since it was such a horrible place. "and I think you don't have enough expectations in the good in people... but lets just agree to disagree on that" he assured her because they could argue about it all night he was sure. In fact he sort felt himself starting to wish he could pick another fight with her just to ensure they kept talking.

[EVANNA NATALIE ARRYN]

That may have just been the shortest answer that she had ever gotten from him. Nothing needed to be said though, she knew that answer very well. It was the same one she used when it came to talking about her mother or in other words 'don't talk to me about my mother' stance. And then she felt like he just dropped an awkward bomb on her: adoption. Who the hell tells someone that they're adopted on the second day of ever talking to someone? Evanna just stared at him for a moment, wondering if she should even consider it significant though to his...no, it wouldn't have mattered. Werewolves come from transferred bites only, or so, that's what she had been told, "Well...it is a nice name. So...yeah."

Honestly, she didn't know where that had come from. She wasn't even sure as to why she said it, but what else could she had said? Nothing. Maybe that's what she should have gone with. Evanna couldn't help but to be a little annoyed with herself, but the distraction quickly came once again when Dastan replied to her question. Watching him lean back, his attention turning to his daughter, Evanna simply thought for a moment before finally speaking, "That's a lot of faith to put into a generalized person." Funny how serious things could get without the distraction of daughter. It was weird hearing him talk about anything relating to the future though when she felt so certain that he might not have one, and she'd be the one to take it.

"Nobody spends their life in a cell unless they did something to put themselves there. They're only have themselves to blame for that," Evanna replied bluntly. Still, five by five cells? That sounded rather specific although, maybe that was just what prions were made up of. It's not as if she had ever been in a cell, "Where the hell did that even come from?" Now honestly, she just felt like Dastan was arguing with her for the sake of it, that or she must have really gotten under her skin with this. Or if not her, something else. He seemed far too invested in this when he shouldn't. He was acting so...human and Evanna couldn't seem to get a grip on it.

She supposed that this is what happens when one talks to the things that they're suppose to kill, getting to know them. Funny though, this hadn't been her plan. In fact, she hadn't even had a plan since well, Evanna thought she had blown it in Michigan. This felt like a second chance, but now, she wasn't even sure what kind of second chance. The mere thought of something straying from the idea of hunting seemed strange, trivial, and a lot like this whole argument, and it was a thought that Evanna did not care for at all. She noticed his half smile, and even now she still couldn't comprehend why he did it. But she knew well enough that if she brought it up, he'd probably just send some comment her way.

Well, he did send a comment her way regardless it seemed. Her mouth twisted a little, trying hard not to scowl and glower and anything else, but it was hard not to. Agree to disagree? Dastan totally was cutting her off from any sort of defending rights that she had on the argument, "You can't just-You can't..." she felt herself stumbling with the words, trying to figure out on what to say but nothing seemed to come to her in that moment, "Oh my god, I hate you. I hate you more than I hated my brother when he dragged me to an ice skating ring." It was Evanna's turn to learn back now, folding her arms over her chest in annoyance as she glared out the window. She should just get up and leave, yet she didn't and she didn't know why.

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

The fact that he was adopted wasn't a big deal to him it was just part of life but he could tell the statement was surprising to her she almost seemed awkward for a moment but that didn't last long. Why would he keep it a secret? It was the truth, he was adopted just like he was a hockey player, basic facts of life. Actually his adoption was less of the natural and typical sort but he knew that it was hard to tell people, that like his daughter was left on his doorstep he was left to the hands of strangers.

“Jesus was that a compliment?” He asked jokingly as he stared genuine shock in his eyes as he watched her curiously. It was probably the first nice thing she'd said to him since they'd sat down to eat. Everything else had been covered with a hint of sarcasm or some negative understone with it that it was weird to hear and actually be able to believe she'd said something nice about him. “Thanks” He added. After all it was the only polite answer when someone gave you a compliment.

“No faith” he said simply with a shrug “Just hope I guess” he admitted. He didn't have faith in any one person just that maybe hopefully a person of that nature would present itself into his life. He didn't dare to dream too big, because dreaming always meant being disappointed. Course, he had more in his life than he could have ever dreamed for and most of it have been sheer dumb luck.

“That's not always true...” he said thoughtfully. He had spent a lot of his life in a cell and not because of anything he'd done but because of how he had been born. Besides there were prisoners of war, kidnap victims...lots of people that were held against their will. “I don't know” he said simply about where it had come from and yet he knew perfectly well where it had. His own experiences were creeping through. His teenage years, every full moon getting locked up. It had been for the greater good but there was no doubt it had affected his psyche slightly. He always thought he was something that needed protecting from, even when he was carefree superstar athlete he always was careful with his actions, it had made him overly cautious in his life.

“well at least I've drawn some emotion out of you” he joked when she claimed that she hated him. You didn't just hate anyone, you disliked them sure, possibly a little more of a deep dislike but hate was a very strong and powerful emotion. “There's a fine line between love and hate” he said and wasn't even sure why the words had come out of his mouth. Why on earth would he say that. He quickly tried to cover it up with a drink of water but that only seemed to draw attention at least in his own mind that he was thinking far too much about his own words. It was just a saying anyway, what was the big deal.

[EVANNA NATALIE ARRYN]

His question caught her off guard, and there weren't a lot of things that managed to do it. While his tone was joking, his eyes gave way to truly how he felt. Even she didn't know if it had been a compliment, it had just been...a statement, or so that was the world according to her. She still didn't know why she did it though and his thank you didn't make any sense. It was just a name. It was just a statement and all of the sudden, Evanna felt herself bristle and get flustered at the same time, "No, just-just don't." It came out astonishingly defensive, even for her. There was a little bit of fear now that maybe subconsciously, deep down, it really had been a compliment, "It's only statement. I didn't mean anything by it at all."

And hopefully, it would never come up again because she didn't want to deal with it. At all. Funny how she had just gone on a rant about this to him to. Although, this is what he ended up twisting it into. Some ideal of his about the world, "You're naive Dastan," she replied bluntly. Evanna didn't even understand why he even hoped for such a person in his situation. Right, jumping to conclusions. Either way, regardless of whether he is a werewolf or not, human wise, people are hard to gauge also because everyone has a motive, especially when it comes to people with money or celebrities and that same gene pool.

Evanna merely frowned at his thoughtful expression, expecting another clash to come out of this but shockingly enough, it didn't. Perhaps her definition had been too black and white, but at the same time, she didn't care. If people wanted to get technical about things, then maybe they should have been a little more clearer when they first stated their opinion. Dastan simply answered her question though, and it seemed like the simplest answer he had ever given her and yet it felt like a lie. People don't say things like that unless they meant something, "I think you're lying. I think you know exactly where that came from."

She did nothing but glare out the window, perfectly annoyed with him, "Ha ha, very funny," she muttered under her breath at his attempt of joking. It was like he just couldn't quit. Regardless, she hated him. Evanna just about convinced herself of that. She was caught off guard yet again though, by his words for the second time in the past five minutes. Her gaze snapped back to him quickly now, just in time to see him retreat to his glass of water as if it would mask the whole thing. If anything, it only drew more attention to himself, "Do you talk like this to all of the girls you meet? Because I can assure you that even though there's a fine line, there's still a line."

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

“... you're one confusing woman” He stated simply. He was only saying thanks that his name was nice, why was she getting so bent out of shape. Politely accepting a compliment was pretty standard, though now she was saying it wasn't even a compliment? He wasn't sure his mind could handle this much confusion, he was an athlete for a reason.

“better than being cynical” He challenged. Naïve was not the right term to describe him, optimistic maybe but certainly not naïve thought he had simply gotten tired of challenging her on that front she was going to think what she wanted to and he was going to keep trying to state the opposite.

“I think you have a lot of opinions” he continued. It always seemed like she was challenging him, digging for some sort of cue, information or hint that was aside from his everyday life. He was relatively forth coming with the details of his day to day life.

Nothing was a secret, it couldn't be in his job. He was from Ottawa, he was adopted, he played hockey, he had a daughter...that was his life and she knew all those things about him already so he wasn't sure why she kept digging, unless; No, there was no way she could even suspect that aspect of him, no one did, no one knew.

“Actually no I don't” he admitted “Then again most girls don't challenge me this much” He added with a grin. For some reason there was something intriguing about that fact. He wasn't going to say that there had never been girls who had been difficult, or uninterested in him, he really wasn't that smooth of a guy to begin with, his looks got him a lot of that way with most. She, however was still different before she “Or blatantly state they hate me” he pointed out. In fact most people in polite society wouldn't stoop to that statement unless he had really done something deserving of it and clearly just getting on her nerves was enough for that.

[EVANNA NATALIE ARRYN]

Evanna only rolled her eyes, figuring that it wasn't worth her trying to pick a fight with him over that statement. Men said that about women all the time, and in their defense, guys could be weird and confusing as well. If anything, she should be accusing him of being confusing, not that he would understand it. Whatever had happened though, it wasn't going to happen again. If for nothing else, Dastan is still a stranger to her even though she felt as if she knew his whole life story now except for that one very important detail that she needed.

She scowled, hearing the challenge in his voice. The temptation to ask him why he kept on deciding to argue with her was rather enticing, but he'd probably only fire back at her that she was doing the same thing and Evanna didn't feel like arguing about that of all things. Still, it is annoying that he just wouldn't let up now. Finally though, she just rolled her eyes, admitting defeat in her own way, "Whatever...at least I won't get hurt in the end from my expectations." No, the only thing that was ever going to hurt in her world was anything physical. Emotionally, well, Evanna liked to believe that she was as hard as a rock.

"Everyone has opinions of each other, it's how our society works. I really don't think I stand out in that regard if that was what you were going for," she replied easily enough. Sure, she had her opinions of him but there was no doubt in her mind that at least half a dozen other people had their own opinions on him as well. The same went for her, although, most of them were dead or probably didn't remember her anymore. Evanna watched him, the little gears in his mind were obviously turning and for a moment, she wondered if she had gone too far with her questions. A few moments later though, she found herself in the clear as Dastan spoke again.

Did he really though, just bring up the hate statement yet again? Evanna didn't get that at all, she didn't think it was that extreme. Then again, it's not as if socializing had been her strongest point with people after she dropped out of college to pursue her mother's dream for her. At least she wasn't a total heartless monster, she still had friends from high school, "Are you still hurting from that?" Although, she felt like she already knew the answer and it was yes. But than another idea came to her head. Evanna pushed herself forward now, attempting to invade as much of his personal space as she could while there was a table between them. A smile settled on her lips now as her eyes locked on Dastan's, "It's because you think I'm pretty, right? You said so yourself. Is that why you're all stirred up about this?"

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

“If you never get hurt then you never learn anything” he added. Seriously so much of life came from how one struggled and fought through the pain and troubles they were faced with. If you never let yourself get hurt how could you grow? It was true he wanted to protect Messier the best he could but he knew at some point there were things he was going to have to just step back and let happen and see how she dealt herself with them.

“Don't get me wrong... It doesn't hurt it's just curious” he said which is what he meant he just didn't get it couldn't wrap his head around the idea. He got that there would be people that wouldn't like him but usually there was a reason for it, something he had done, or because of the team he played on, or because of his nationality.

This girl was a still a stranger to him and somehow still had these very strong opinions about him and he just really wanted to understand why. “ I don't think those were my exact words” he said and he knew that he was backtracking but he hadn't outright looked her in the eye and said 'I think you're really pretty' he had just made a comment in passing that it wasn't unusual for pretty girls to be invited to the hockey games.

“So...what do you do?” he asked suddenly realizing he had no idea. She had talked about having money but she had to have a job right? Even the rich did something and she seemed to travel a lot and it didn't exactly seem like leisurely travel either since Minnesota and New York probably weren't exactly exotic locations, it must have had something to do with her job, something he'd never really considered until now.

[EVANNA NATALIE ARRYN]

She bristled at his words, annoyed by his tone and phrasing, "Who do you think you are? My parents?" Evanna snapped at him, hardly amused by this. Of course he didn't understand what they hell she was talking about. Or maybe he did since he was the one left with a freaking baby on his door step. Dastan didn't act like it though, the man didn't even understand what she remotely meant by it. Nor should he, "Is it a crime to not what to get hurt? Is it a crime to not want to have somebody used against you and to make you weak?" The moment the words left her mouth did Evanna hear her mistake and she shut right up, pissed off that he had managed to cause such an emotional eruption from her.

The conversation managed to save itself, just a little bit but by now, she was beginning to think that he may just be seeing into her a little more than he realized, that and Evanna couldn't get over how her armor seemed to just crack just a little bit. Not any more though, that she promised herself. His words made her heave a sigh, well, he had been curious about it for long enough. It wasn't that hard of a concept, as they went over, "You know curiosity kills animals, right Dastan?" Evanna asked now, eyeing him with just enough annoyance to almost make it seem like a joke. She then just rolled her eyes, "You annoyed me, and therefore I decided I hate you. It's a very common grasp of girl world. You'll probably be hearing it a lot when your daughter becomes a teenager."

Hopefully, that would be the end of that. Not to mention, she was definitely trying to distract him from it. Shockingly enough though, Dastan didn't entirely seem to be taking the bait. Now that was something that was rather startling to her since well, not that Evanna was truly that vain but she did like to believe that she was a rather good looking girl. But his words were just about to become his trap. A smirk tugged at her lips as she continued to lean over the table, not moving an inch from his personal bubble, "No, you said I was pretty. You just told me that wasn't the reason why you invited me to come to the game. And, let's not forget how you turned quite a few shades red and couldn't look me in the eye there for a while."

Gotcha. Although, it seemed that Dastan was starting to do some of his own digging now. She supposed it could not be helped, after all, she had been skirting around all the personal questions. It was a little harder to avoid them though when they were asked in such a direct manner. Evanna retracted away a little bit from him now before sliding back into her seat, "I don't really have a real job. I do errands for my mother," true to a degree at least, "My dad wanted me to work for him, but...I don't know. Companies just aren't really my thing so my sister took that spot. While she hated the personal spot light on her, Evanna knew well enough that she couldn't just try and ditch it, it would be too obvious that she was hiding something, "Is there anything else you want to know?"

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

“No” thank god for that. He wasn't sure that he could handle that on many levels. She seemed like a bit of a handful for anyone to handle he couldn't imagine having to deal with raising a child that had such an attitude and disdain for everyone and everything. Course, he imagined her parents were probably holding a similar outlook on life, he couldn't imagine any other sort of reason someone could turn out that pessimistic about life.

“Well good think I'm not a cat then” he said simply. He wasn't, in fact in some regards he was the exactly opposite of a cat. “Yeah.. I was sort of hoping she would by pass that whole teenage I hate the world phase” he mused looking at Messier for a moment. He couldn't even imagine her being any older than she was now though he knew that she would be. Even in the short time they'd been together she had grown and he hardly noticed until he compared photos then it seemed so obvious and it frightened him to no end how quickly she was changing.

God she was harsh. He just brushed it off as if it hadn't even happened he wouldn't let her get to him anymore, not now that she'd finally succeeded in pissing him off at least to some degree, there was just no need for it and she seemed in insistent to do it, what more could he say other than what he already had.

So she didn't have a real job and was errand girl for her mother? “And...that's what you want to do?” he asked curiously. It didn't seem like she was fit to be anybody's errand girl she had too much fight and spark in her for that. “ I mean no offence, though you'll probably take some since you seem to take offence to my existence-” he started “you seem more like the type of person who would like to forge their own path” He offered and left it at that “Sister huh?” He said and her knew his eyes must have shown genuine surprise because of all the time they had talked she had not once mentioned having a sister, nor had he been able to pick up on any sort of cues that might have even hinted at the fact. It interested him for some reason to find she wasn't an only child when she so clearly gave off the only child vibe.