I cannot help but raise a brow as she speaks; she has a pride within herself, a pride found in her blood it seems. That is the kind of pride I often detest. Blood is nothing more than red water within us, after all. We can donate our blood to anybody without merit. My mother's achievements are not my own, just as mine shall never be hers or even Heyel's. My blood is my own. My concern for my family is built off more substance than simple bodily fluids. Perhaps she will discern such amusement from the tilt of my brow, the almost amused twitch in my lip. It only dies away when I hear her mother's name, a name I can connect to a face at least; a large female, ashen and dark in colour. She was with me that day. We had shared in taking our share of Devil May Cry's flesh. Perhaps there is some pride in having such a mother - if one can live up to such ferocity, that is. Nonetheless, I give her an affirming nod as I move to speak.

"Bones is what remains of your history here. Perhaps you can dig deep enough to find them," I speak as if it is a mere off handed comment and yet, my eyes are hard on hers as I speak. There is no subtlety here - her blood means nothing in the grand scheme of things. I respect her mother's strength but I do not know of hers. If she wishes to chase ghost stories, I shall let her but I will not entertain the idea of any pseudo-superiority for a claim that cannot be proven. Or at least, not yet. It seems Tristan knows more about the past than I had anticipated. I give him a brief look of curiosity; I shall be speaking with him once more it seems, on new matters this time. Nonetheless, I return my attention quickly to Bellatrix, stepping aside ever so slightly though my posture never relents in its dominance as I do so.

"Nonetheless, Bellatrix, you may try to find what you seek. You must pull your weight, however," I say so bluntly, though I do my best to inject some kind of... compassion, I suppose. After all, she may proof to be a useful member here - she is a curiosity, at least. I do desire to pick into her brain one way or another. "We shall be talking again soon, I imagine." With that, I shall let her pass and enter into the pack lands. If she desires a home here, then a home she shall receive; but that means she shall receive everything that comes along with it. Including my curiosity.