The comfortability, feigned or no, was enough to shift the situation--to place focus where it was due, instead of only offering a target. There was nothing in the world comfortable with him--not even his own brothers, not now. There was nothing except for her. In her mental state, there had been a shift, a jolt, but it was not large enough to draw a predatory response. Max was not prey, Max was not something to attack at all. Albedo understood this, somewhere. He knew this, but-- "You hurt me." Something said once, and not repeated.

Albedo sighed, once, then placed a hand over his eyes, lips curling in a silent snarl. "I won't kill you," he amended to his prior statement, angrily-- That more than anything else, was a show of his retreat from a more dangerous state. For one who seemed to live by emotions, it was when Albedo was the most apathetic that he was truly dangerous.

"I'll kill him, though," he bit out, keeping the emotion. His hand dropped from his face and he glared at her, viciously. "He's not one of your 'flock', is he? I'll kill him either way if he was thinking it."

Of scientists, of plans, Albedo yet has no words. A rival, someone to protect family from, that's easier to deal with, simpler to see. And for the moment, it was all he could focus on.