He paused briefly when she said that.

"Ohhhhhhhhh boy." he mumbled.

"THAT should be fun." he said further.

"Either it'll turn his attitude RIGHT around, or drive him further into his current attitude." he reasoned. "Depends on his thoughts about Dad and Mom, respectively." he added.

"Regardless, should be fun." he concluded.

"Does your Mom know about who my family is and such?" he asked.

Sebastien just sighed with a small smile when she said that.

"Yeah, fair." he admitted.

"I can't hide that fact." he said. "But what can I say? It looks good on me." he chuckled, as they got closer to the trees.

"Anyway, I'm good when you are." he then said.

"Just gimme a brief warning before you do it." he continued.

"Oh, and where, exactly, will we be landing?" he asked. "Ie: what sort of surroundings should I be expecting?" he clarified.

"Just so I can get my bearings that little bit quicker." he reasoned.

"..." Bast was silent, before poking his head in and looking about the bedroom. He then withdrew his head, looked at her, and nodded.

"Got it." he said.

He then jumped through the portal, landing on his feet beside her bed, and stepped out of the way so she could jump through next.

He wouldn't lie, part of him was a tad nervous for this.

He wasn't sure WHY, either. She and him weren't together. Nor would they be together.

Right?

Sebastien just sighed and nodded.

"All right." he replied, putting his shoulder bag and backpack down on the floor.

"Let's do this." he said.

The two of them then made their way downstairs, with Bast admiring the place. He had to admit, the home was beautiful. It was spacious, yet homey. Looked like a really comfy place to live.

"So, who else is home right now?" he asked her.

"Or is it just you, me, and your Dad?"

"Fair enough." Bast responded.

"Kitchen!" she heard her father's voice call back.

There was something to it, too. A little impatience, some trepidation, a vague hint of being unimpressed... he was preparing himself for the absolute worst. And Bast could hear it, too.

"Heh." he chuckled lightly.

"Well, ladies first." he told Jordan.

"Let's rip this bandaid off, shall we?"

Jaden turned around from where he was at one of the kitchen counters, and paused when he saw Bast.

"..." he was silent, processing this, as Bast stepped forward.

"Please to finally meet you, sir." he said to him. "Sebastien LeBlanc." he introduced himself, extending a hand.

That's when Jordan saw it in her father's eyes; the realisation of it all, and his previous attitude come crashing down in an instant. Almost instinctively, he reached his hand out and took Bast's.

"...Jaden Sherwood." he responded.

"Alexandre and Lilim's son, yes?" he asked.

"That's me." Bast confirmed.

And again, Jordan saw a look of 'ohhhh I am in SUCH deep trouble' in her father's eyes. He felt bad about such preconceptions about Lex's kid, and was outright intimidated by Lilim.

Jaden was awkwardly silent as he heard that, before letting go of Bast's hand.

"I... ah..." he stammered.

"To put your mind at ease... or perhaps worsen it, I have no idea... I DO have control of that aspect." Bast told him. "And while, yes, I HAVE actively used it in the past, it's been more to mete out vigilante justice." he summairsed.

"The details aren't very nice, admittedly." he then said.

"No... no, it's fine..." Jaden managed to get out.

"And mother is... well, yes, she's more likely to corrupt Jordan than I, but that's still not really a concern." Bast then assured him. "To be fair, she's minimally active in my life overall, due to what she is and her circumstances, but she knows not to really mess with the ones I call friends." he added.

"That's... well, that IS a relief..." Jaden admitted.

Jordan could still see it, though. He felt like absolute garbage for how he'd been acting and the mindset he'd had for the longest time. His guilt was now weighing down on him like that of the world itself.

"Ah!" Jaden exclaimed.

"N-no! No, that's perfectly all right." he said.

"...your mother is friends with Lex, anyway, come to think of it. I'm sure I'll be talking to him at some point in the future." he sighed.

"I wouldn't worry about it." Bast told him.

"Dad's a chill guy, understands that demons aren't well-liked on the surface, and for good reason." he said further.

"And Mom would wonder what I was doing wrong if people didn't distrust me immediately." he then laughed, which seemed to settle Jaden down a little.

Bast just shrugged.

"What can I say?" he asked.

"Guess I'm a rebel like that." he said with a laugh.

"We demons are attracted to those in religion, after all. Take them away from the grace of God!" he went on, in an overly dramatic evil and ominous tone... but it still would sent shivers down the spine.

"...yep." Jaden muttered.

"You're Lilim's kid, all right." he said.

Bast shook his head.

"Nope." he said.

"And yeah, no seafood. I remember that from when we first met." he told her.

"You do?" Jaden asked.

"For sure." Bast replied. "She was a guest in my home. Well... mine and Darryl's. It's pretty much my moral obligation to know these sorts of things." he reasoned, before pausing.

"...as odd as it is for a demon to speak of 'moral obligation'..." he then admitted.