With each step taken, Terryn's jewelry jingled. She looked down at her trembling hand and where she expected him to make some sort of quip about her touching him, or even respond to the mass of what she was saying.. He didn't. He simply watched her and when there was a lack of communication between her and the demon in front of her, there was a part of her that dimmed. When he talked about showing her how to use her body in ways she couldn't imagine she grew excited, and she was trying to come up with some sort of answer. Terra didn't understand why when she touched him and offered some sort of sexual favor that he didn't smile.. Didn't affirm anything of what she was saying.. If anything, she was a little hurt but then again, she didn't have time for such sentiments.<br/><br/>When she went on about the bandit group that had been terrorizing the citizens of her home, he still watched, waiting for her to continue saying something and then she felt a surge of pain in her hand. Where she expected him to make some sort of crack about her weakness or being pathetic.. He stayed silent and it was beginning to irritate her. She simply clutched her hand and gave him one more look before shutting her eyes and heading down to the kitchen. There were tomes for ways for a witch to recharge her magical prowess, but it often included offerings of the flesh. She would have to succumb to her own touch with some form of incantation.. Or something like that.<br/><br/>With doubt clouding her mind, she made tea with a flick of her wrist and she brought the mug to her lips, her fingers in her dominant hand beginning to shiver. Her mind drifted as she thought about how much faster things would progress if she had asked him for help in restoring her power for the day, but instead she thought better of it. Her eyes shut and she slowly moved up the stairs, each step containing a jingle from the anklet tied on the left side. A shiver given made Terra drink the tea gingerly and she set it down before taking a bandage off of her night stand and wrapping her hand tightly. She wasn't wounded in any way, but she knew that pressure against the pain usually made it go away faster.. That or it felt better when it ended up going numb.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted to his unmoving form and when a soft sigh escaped her, she stood to kick a crystal out of the way. Ammaraxyl could move freely now, and Terryn sat at her vanity and lifted her hand in front of her face, her hand trembling and she quickly pulled it to her chest. There was a pain in her gaze and the more that she thought on it, weakness filled her mind. She was so tired of being weak in accordance to the power that dwelled within her, and when she felt that someone that she hoped would help her, instead ignored her.. There was a fire in her chest that ignited. Terryn brought the tea up to her lips and took a heavy sip before she set it down and looked over at him.<br/><br/>She hadn't said a word to him since her apology and she wasn't planning on saying anything.. If she did, it would mean that he won this little game and she wasn't having it. The more the silence grew inbetween them, the angrier Terra grew. She wasn't about to TELL him that she was mad, but something inside of her told her that he had some sort of intuition and even humored the idea that he could hear her every thought. Terra looked over at the demon in all of his splendor and she shook her head a dark chuckle escaping her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff"><i>If he CAN hear me, then he wouldn't have been so rude as to ignore my every word. Demon or no.. Even one of his standing should have manners.</i> </span>Her last thought made her eyes narrow over at him and she huffed before turning away from him and dropping her skirt, revealing a pair of panties tied off at her hips on each side. She began to pull at the string behind her neck and when the piece of cloth fell to the side she showed no emotion on her face. Instead she slowly knelt onto the bed, climbing under the covers. Simply because she had company didn't mean she wasn't going to keep her routine. She was tired and the only other way to restore her lost mana was to sleep or..<br/><br/>The thought of him escorting her to bed crossed her mind and she quickly shook the thought as far away as she could. She turned away from him and slept on her side, cheeks red from her sinful thoughts. Her knees shifted and she huffed gently before feeling her body grow warm beneath the covers. Was Terra giving him the cold shoulder? In a matter of speaking, yes. She wasn't about to give up her pride all because he was a demon of high class. If anything that just meant that her expectations were that much higher. Her eyes shut and instead of letting her head fall to darkness she shivered as she thought about him and what he may do.. Restless? Sure. But they didn't finish on good terms and she said what she meant to.. There was nothing else and she wasn't about to bore him with idle speech.