His gaze is still narrowed in speculation as he studies her, only paying attention to the words that had any meaning to him whatsoever. Which was maybe a third of them. The rest of it was clearly her puffing up like a defensive little hedgehog and could be easily ignored.

"There are not many things my father fails at." Which has just made her very ineresting, in his opinion. Probably not what she was hoping for at all, but he pays that little mind.

"Those others are welcome to their own issues, I have little care for them. I assure you, there will be no 'try' with me." Was that meant to sound reassuring? No, not at all. And if she thought, for a moment, that that might mean he'd taken her threats to heart and was about to release her.... well, she's in for a nasty surprise. Instead, he just keeps his grip on her firm and secure.... and then launches them into the air above the bright city. Dark wings spread from behind him - an illusion, perhaps, although they look real enough with dark silken feathers that ripple in the cool night air. She's anchored against his chest in a firm grip as he wings through the night and away from the city.