"I have no qualms with Lord Mizune. I am not here to judge you by your allegiance with a Living." Raviel was quick on his answer, circling to the left slowly while maintaining eye contact to remain in a position of advantage over the other deathless. Other than that, he made sure to keep his shoulders behind open space, to sidestep out the way as soon as the other prompted any kind of lunge, fake or not.
"Make no mistake, though." Raviel added, widening his circling motions to slowly regain the few meters he had originally chosen as his speaking distance with Sol. "Mere words, spoken by an outsider who thinks he shares my lineage do little to convince me of loyalty." He stated, cold but not to sound provocative. It was mere facts. "Until Master Oykai will legitimate you, you will not be a true Delthousin, oh acquaintance mine."
The young reaper trainee stopped his slow walk once he was comfortable with the distance. "If your loyalty was a sure fact, then Master Oykai would have had no trouble with you. Perhaps you should seek to convince him against the feelings of animosity he has on you. Or perhaps there is a reason why he has delayed his judgement."
That was the root of the problem. With Demi's betrayal, Raviel had become a little obsessed with loyalty and honesty. As such, no matter what the Reaper before him would say, the prince would still remain on the defensive. "A wise Soul once said: Words are like the fleeting wind, while someone's actions are etched in stone for all to witness. So, if you wish to prove your allegiance to the Delthousin, then I warmly suggest you to first gain the trust of everyone within our family, before waving our name around so lightly."
The young blonde fiddled slightly with the scabbard on his back holding his personal weapon, not showing signs of distress or fright. Though he quickly, yet also with fluidity and midfulness of his position, backstepped as soon as Sol motioned to touch his shinobi armor, the end result of the Slayer's motion a light tug.
The prince's gaze remained unfazed. If anything, Raviel's eyes were slightly more annoyed. "Then again, my short time here in the World of the Living has taught me much. While words are indeed like fleeting wind, they are just as sharp as a sword. I suggest you weight your own with care, oh acquaintance mine. Threatening your mentee does not give a good impression."
The way Sol had acted made his intents clear. He was out to find Raviel's crystal. It was only natural for the young prince to quickly close any attack angle and keep on the defensive. He was never going to give the guy that kind of knowledge over him. He would never allow the guy any absolute power over him. His magic may be leagues stronger, but it would be useless unless sharpened into a pinpoint strike.
"My Mark is of no concern to you." He stated, this time with a little more presence behind his words as he got straight to the point. He did not care if he was going off on an assumption, the signs were relatively clear indication of an attempt at his Mark. "Nor it's location. Whatever knowlegde you may have to pass on to me, you may not attempt this trick again, oh acquaintance mine. Otherwise, I'll be saluting you right here. We would not want Master Oykai to think you tried to attempt at my Mark. Brother Shindara and Brother Amuul would be quite displeased too. As for me, know this: I won't hesitate to draw my weapon on you, should you repeat your insolence, despite my apparent inability to match your magical prowess."
Raviel's stance lowerd if just slightly, a sign of the Prince now being twice as aware and focused on the Slayer's actions. As soon as Sol would even try to move again from his current position, regardless of what he was intentioned to do, the little void prince would quickly make sure to find a way to avoid any more physical contact.