Demarcus looked at Areliel, and back at Clara. He didn't care for her defense arguement, if anything it made him angrier out of pure jealousy that she had a family that cared. But as Areliel had demanded he backed down, but still emitted a low growl. "Yes, Areliel" He said as he calmed himself, yet he tried to shut his mind away from them. He had felt Clara in his mind, and he wasn't pleased, but he still didn't know how exactly to cut off somebody else's ability to look in his mind.