[actually, his smile might not be entirely under his control. his fingers tick silently at his side and his gaze goes elsewhere. he's thinking, spooling up invisible threads as he recounts all of the factors.]
I know. [that seems like a start.] Though I didn't know that's what it wanted, that's very interesting.
[he wonders if he could kill it. are his demons more like the Kings, or simple monsters? can it be banished like spirits and ghosts can? could he destroy it? could it destroy him? he has yet to meet anything that could.]
So what does he want with you?
[that's a rude question to ask and he knows it--but he doesn't doubt for a second that Oren is manipulative and capable, just like he is. or, used to be.]
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I know. [that seems like a start.] Though I didn't know that's what it wanted, that's very interesting.
[he wonders if he could kill it. are his demons more like the Kings, or simple monsters? can it be banished like spirits and ghosts can? could he destroy it? could it destroy him? he has yet to meet anything that could.]
So what does he want with you?
[that's a rude question to ask and he knows it--but he doesn't doubt for a second that Oren is manipulative and capable, just like he is. or, used to be.]