Strages had simply stood there, eyes elsewhere during short the discussion of how Zaak's body was to be disposed of. He was considering his words to say to his son's chosen mate when found the lips of that who was so close to his against his own mouth. It was as if he was stone beneath Aaron's touch. The only difference was that he was warm, since he was alive and most certainly not cold blooded. He only softened just a little, and that was right before contact was broke and his partner went off.
Awkward. He'd been left to deal with a pained Canvas and the empty shell... Neither of these things were something he was alright with doing. He was run Canvas through, or a good part of him did. "Your blood is quite tasteful." he said thoughtlessly, glancing at the hand he'd used to dig into the other male's flesh. "No reason to harm him." That was referring to the grandchild that resided with him and Intrepidus and Adze. "He happens to have my blood. Blood of my child."
He stepped forward and he grabbed Canvas by the arm to roughly turn him in the opposite direction. "I want nothing more then your neck. Taking something from everyone who matters. You have others to watch over, that saves you. Don't be stupid enough to let yourself go blind." All of his words were harsh, sharp tongued as he spoke them to Canvas from behind. Blaming him or not, he couldn't take the last parent left to raise his son's children. Taking care of them along would be a difficult task enough, he knew. "You'll stay here." He said, his words a threat to tell him not to move from where he stood. And he moved pass Canvas in the direction in which he made him face.
When he appeared again, his own shirt was tattered and he forced a wet cloth into the other Lucain's hand. "Clean up." he said gruffly, all for Canvas' better. Yea, he'd ripped up the shirt of his new work outfit so his son's mate could clean the blood from his eyes. The water came from a faucet he'd spotted in the direction.