Senmiel stopped when he felt Mila's eyes on him. He moved the arm away from his mouth and used a bit of the cloth to pat at his mouth as Mila suddenly shot up, averting her gaze from him. "Very well, Ms. Mila Morrison," Senmiel said. "I shall await your return. In the mean time, I shall finish my meal so that you may be more at ease." Whenever the demon spoke, the intonation of his words were off in just slightest of ways, as if his voice was expertly stitched together via some recording software to the point that the difference was just barely recognizable.<br/><br/>The moment Mila left his presence, Senmiel sighed and finished off the arm he was eating. The seasoning he put on it would not go to waste. However, he would not be able to enjoy the totality of his meal the way he wished to. Thus, setting the arm bones gently on the lap of the vendor that Senmiel only knew from Mila's thoughts, he stood over the form and set his hand on the man's head. The sickening crunching that came next was quieter than the beginning of his meal, but before long, the entirety of the man's essence was devoured in minutes, including any blood splatter that was strewn about the room. With this finally done, Senmiel stood in front of the fireplace. With a flick of his tail the fire came to life.<br/><br/>After a few more minutes, Senmiel returned to his seat, just in time for Mila to return to him. He sat regally as Mila presented herself to him. Her words caused a smile to curl onto his face, one that was just slightly unnatural in appearance. He leaned forward, gently grabbing hold of her chin and raising it to meet his eyes. "I accept your oath of fealty, Mila Morrison. From this day forth, you shall be known by a second name; a name only I shall be allowed to call you. Rise as Miastoa, servant of Senmiel," the demon said. From his grip, Mila could feel something flowing into her. Nothing seemed to change, but the moment the demon spoke her new name, she could feel... a connection. A bond that linked her to the demon in more ways than just being the one to summon him.<br/><br/>With that done, Senmiel leaned back in his chair, allowing Mila to stand. What she would do next would say a lot about how subservient she would be to him, as he only gave her one command. "Forgive my sudden choice of meal, Mila Morrison," Senmiel said. "The interloper chose to slip in when I stepped out and was attempting to help himself to you, to my faithful servent. Naturally, I could not, will not let anyone harm my Mila," Senmiel explained, crossing one leg over the other. "Even if he was someone who you once knew -a merchant you knew, I believe- I could smell his intent once I caught him in the act and thus put an end to it. I do hope you understand."<br/><br/>After letting that information sink in, it was now time for Senmiel to learn about when he was. "When I stepped out of your home, I noticed the world has changed quite a bit in my absence. Tell me, what year is it? And what do you believe I have missed since..." the demon stopped for a moment, thinking as his tail flit just shit of Mila's legs. "I believe it was 1687, after the rise and fall of His child."