'This pest!' was Rhodes first thought the moment he opened the door and identified the man it was, his eyes darkened in frustration and Jon could have sworn the irritation that threatened to swallow him was no different from blood lust.
"What do you want!" He pressed with aggression lacing his tone, the question was just courtesy, he only wanted to bash the Jon's head into the wall. He must be a cockroach, won't die until it's head is severed, he promised himself to see to that in the coming days.
"Who's at the door, Rhodes?" Darla begun to ask as she made her way to the door, her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw who it was and glowed with disdain and she observed the group that came along with him also.
"This man! This kind of man is with Darla, and you do not fear for her safety?! You let this kind of person stay with her?!" Jon yelled at the Old Ones. Yes, the Old Council.
Darla watched on amused at Jon's outburst, he was so passionate that if she had not been there when a single punch knocked him out onto his ass, she would have thought he was a strong man.
It was fine if he was at her door to work serious business, but if he planned on yelling along with criticizing her actions then she'd have to remind him that it was not his place.
Expressionlessly she pulled Rhodes into the house and then slammed the door, both on the Old Council and Jon himself, they were definitely not the sight for sore eyes, not so early in the morning.
Clear surprised decorated Rhodes face, he hadn't expected his darling to be so resolute in ignoring the guests, well, it was better than what he had in mind anyways.
As the door slammed shut, Rhodes' gaze lingered on Darla, admiration dancing in his eyes. "You're quite... decisive," he said, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice.
"Darling, who did that man bring with him, who were they?" He couldn't resist asking.
"Ah, just a bunch of jobless old people who find it interesting to torture successful women." She replied in a teasing tone
Darla's expression remained serene, but a spark of mischief lit her eyes. "I've had enough of their nonsense," she said, her tone dripping with disdain.
Rhodes chuckled, the sound low and husky. "I think I'll let you handle them next time," he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.
Darla's gaze met his, a silent understanding passing between them. Rhodes knew she could handle herself, but he also knew she appreciated his protection.
The air was thick with tension, the silence between them palpable. Then, Rhodes' expression turned thoughtful. "What do you think they want, darling?" he asked, his voice low and contemplative.
Darla's eyes narrowed, her mind racing. "Hard to say, but I'm sure it's not good," she replied, her voice laced with skepticism.
Rhodes' jaw clenched, his mind already racing with possibilities. He would find out what they wanted, and he would deal with it.