Half-awed and half-amused, Ash gave a whistle of admiration for Wolfram's audacity in countering her agitated husband and took a step out of the way.
Connor turned sharply to face the offending boy. "That's fine. I appreciate your saying it." He quickly pocketed his left hand when he realized it would be acting on its own in journeying toward Wolfram's neck. "But the fact that you find yourself to have grounds to contradict me right here? I don't think that's the kind of attitude I want around my family."
Throughout this, he kept a stoic face and his tone, albeit deep, was civil.
"Additionally, to be frank, yes- I know nothing about you. Tell me I don't have a right to wish you- or any questionable individual, for that matter- away from my child." He cleared his throat with a nettled growl when his voice reached another unacceptably dangerous low. "But today, we're forced together in this dire situation. And, for now, I'm ready to respect you if you'll give me the same courtesy."