"I got three brothers who'd probarly flirt the living life out of you, other than that, I'd be the only one who would carry a weapon of harm." He felt her stiffen against his side but ignored it, knowing his remark was rather darkish. The crows started to bite at his worn out boots by the time they got to his house, so he turned his body slightly and kicked them away.
"Andare via!" He yelled in his Italian language, letting the words slip from his tongue. He let out a huff of disgust at them.
"Dang crows."
His house didn't look like many other houses but was still built into the walls of the tunnel. It was hidden around the corner, with a slanted door and bar windows. On the door had a Roman Wreath craved carefully on it. His father was very quiet then, when he started to carve it in after the creed began to disappear. Carefully, Bahm reached out and his fingers traced it, as if it would break under his fingers like snow. His bloody fingers left no trace on it, because it already dried out.
"Step back" He commanded, a bit to rough. The woman let out a huff of displease but step back anyway. Bahm also took a step back before slamming his foot into the door, making it fly over(or rather break off the hinges) startling his brothers.
"You forgot to lock the door" He said with a nonchalant voice.
