Ramiel knew he was in for it the moment he stopped speaking and his son began talking. A spiel, a reprimanding between a son and his father as if he is a mere child who misbehaved. It was utterly humiliating, really, and had the person giving him a good dressing down was someone outside of his family, he would not be standing there and taking it without spitting a sarcastic quip. Who knows, though? Judging by the undercurrent of barely concealed rage emanating from the other male, he wouldn't be surprised if Beau slit his tongue out for disobeying the 'not interrupting' rule. Ram stood deathly still, his expression reading stoic, and wishing he lived in the old version of him era where his emotions were toned down and concealed. The centuries he spent stunted by calculation and well-organized rage directed at marks on missions now had nowhere to travel, instead he funneled it all into Beatrice and her choice of men. Yes, perhaps he should take a hard look in the mirror, but he was not Sterling. He did not intentionally take time out of his day to harass Cael, in fact, he chose avoidance in order to eliminate conflict. And Cael's end...he disapproved of who his family member developed feelings for just the same as he did. "It's possible I may have overreacted." Ramiel stated after a long pause waiting for Bea to finish. "I might have overindulged on my ego, but I stand by doing what's needed protecting my family. I know I'm not your father, I didn't raise you, I never shared the small moments where your version of me proved he was leagues better than the version you are now stuck with. I'm sorry for stepping on your toes and ignoring a demand, Beau, that being said, I don't want to turn into my mother. Pushing and pushing her children away until they resent the very sight of her." Sabina ruined any life she touched, including his and his siblings. Her influence didn't touch Beatrice and Beau, at least, they were pitted against each other. It's clear where Beau his overprotection from. "Of course, she's in love with him. From what I remember, however, Bea hated his guts two seconds ago." Ram exhaled a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, collecting his thoughts and working through how to ask his next question sans irritation. Truthfully, after pummeling Sterling and briefly duking it out with Beatrice, the assassin was exhausted. After a minute, he dropped his hand and directed his gaze on his son. "Why are you protecting him? Why are you and Beatrice so insistent to keep the son of an enemy safe? I'll make no hopelessly naive argument I am ever the perfect angel once seen as a foe as well, but his father has done far worse than I have ever managed." He's killed before, he maimed, cut down targets and left their families without their loved one all in the name of his King. If what Ramiel even believed the kernel of truth and the brief bits Robin revealed, Henrik was the true monster. Killing when necessary and expanding his brood among the realm. At least he can say he never would take more than a woman is willing to give in terms of consent. What are the chances Sterling inherited his father's ability wrapping the female species around his finger? "Fine, I'll stay away from the little shit and pretend he isn't sucking face with my little girl. What not-really-her-father would I be?" Ramiel's lips pressed together at the wince that came through him with the ever-present sarcasm. "Crystal clear."