Draco watched him go, a dark, stony look of anger etched upon his face, violet eyes glowing. He unfurled his wings and followed him once more. He landed and pounded on the door and shouted, "Get out here you judgemental bastard! You have no damned right to judge me! You have no idea what it was like in the seventeenth century!" He snarled furiously. "If you were dirt poor you were either killed or you killed yourself! If you have any brains in that tiny skull of yours you would judge people for who they are not who they were! You are a mere child compared to me, I'm over a hundred years old and I've seen the whole world in that lifetime!" Draco was beyond pissed. He was absolutely infuriated.

"Get your ass out here and talk to me like I make mistakes the same way you do." Draco stopped roaring and said calmly, "I'm a man just like you, with regrets and feelings and every right to be treated with respect as you do. If you don't come out here in the next three minutes it will prove to me you are just a clueless, idiot who has no real understanding of the phrase bloodied hands." Draco took a deep breath and expelled it, keeping a tight rein on the dragonrage that threatened to overflow. "To have bloodied hands is to have killed without remorse or regret at the murders you have commited and keep on doing it without shame at all. I haven't killed anyone in 125 years and soon to be 126. Next time consider the source before you accuse someone of bloodied hands. One tiny glimpse into my past isnt enough to go by on alone. Have a good day asshole. " 

Draco turned and walked, about to unfurl his wings and go home to his giant house, and think of a way to help the childrens hospital. [i]"The less you give a fuck,"[/i] He riminded himself.[i]"The happier you'll be. Except I do give a fuck. I care about whether or not someone decides to judge me for my past and who I used to be instead of who I am now. I'm sick of being treated like shit because I used to be a damned assassin but there aint a damn thing I can do about it because that was in the past."[/i] The only thing that made Draco happy was donating the vast amounts of wealth he had collected over the years to the Childrens Hospital and the childrens wing in the regular hospitals and womens shelters. Not to mention the cure for breat cancer. He sighed. Nothing about the way people treated him was going to change much and he might as well get used to it.