He felt the anguish and momentarily, it softened him. However, Maria had trained Jasper hard and long in overriding the things he felt from others. Compassion wasn't something a soldier could afford. He blocked out her pain as much as he could, looking impassively down at her as best as he could.

He pulled his wrist back, wrenching it out of her grip. "I'm sure you're very strong, ma'am." He assured her. "But I've killed more of our kind than you probably care to count." He didn't take into account that she probably already knew this. He still didn't believe he was who they said he was.

Jasper took a step closer to her, right in her face almost, or well, that close, though he took advantage of his full height. "I'm not your child. So please get over these delusions of yours. I'd kill you and wouldn't think twice before starting on your 'children'. You're all in my way and I won't have that."

"What's the one who thinks I'm in love with her? Alice? I could always start there." He smirked.