[Duzell rested his elbow at the armrest and rubbed his temples with his fingers. Seriously, this woman cared about too many people. The more people she cared about, the more people he had to add to his list of people to take care off for her sake.]

Exactly. So it shouldn't matter. These are neither your people nor your relatives, Princess.

[Ishtar should have known by now that the issue of 'the other Duzell', didn't settle well with him. Discussing blood and the other him rouse his blood.]

He's not the same person! If he was he wouldn't dare touch...

[His emotions got the better of him for the most part. But he sensed Falan's arrival and he quickly rested his back on the couch. Breathing evenly to calm himself down. Falan was a sweetheart, and he didn't need her to see the argument.]

Falan.

It doesn't matter. My hunger is unlike my kind. I'm sated for now.