<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">After he spoke, there was a good moment where the female just stared toward him, unblinking and unyielding. Slowly, she readjusted herself in her seat until she crossed one leg over the other before she parted her lips in a soft sigh. There were so many things that wished to fly from her lips; curses were her main focus. What concerned the witch was how readily she thought of multiple curses that could do incredible harm. Black magic, it was as addictive as it came. More so than human vices. It took all of her inner strength to keep his gaze and attempt to remain somewhat professional.<br/>
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"I was a girl when I came to see you, I'd just blossomed into my full potential. I was scared, that's it." The female's delicate digits wrapped around the glass, raising it up to her full lips before taking a decent swig. "My girls know what dangers wait for them if they go near your kind." Her tone was somewhat cold, but there was an affection there as soon as she mentioned his kind. It was almost a freudian slip; a testament to her true feelings on the matter of dark beings. "That bloke..." The blonde spoke softly, easing slowly down onto her elbows as she closed some of the distance between them. "Is not on the side. In fact, my life is going rather beautifully since our deal. I assume that's why you're here? Not to check if I'm safe or if I'm okay, I'm sure." <br/>
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As much as she detested it, the demon that sat before her had been the very reason she'd obtained what she had. Without his... talent, she wouldn't have been able to force down the magical persuasion. At least, what she considered to be magical persuasion. It was the one reason she didn't immediately lash out; she owed him. It was something she detested, being in debt. When one found themselves in debt to a powerful demon, they didn't lash out. Demons weren't to be messed with. <br/>
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The female paused as his hues shifted colours, that familiar yellow tone sent a rather unknown feeling down along her spine. It certainly wasn't fear, or chills. It was a different sensation; excitement. The female rose up onto her heels, giving her chair a firm shove until it was beside his before taking her seat, crossing one leg over the other as if she hadn't moved at all. Once her glass was set back down, the female gave a soft whisper, causing his pack of cigarettes to ease out of his pocket. A soft chuckle escaped her as she snatched them up, taking one for herself before a spark of ember ignited from her palm. <br/>
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Humans, they were onto something. The witch almost groaned as she inhaled; it had been a long time since she had indulged. A moment later, she blew the smoke toward him with a rather playful smirk on her lips. "So, what does an all powerful demon need a little witches help with, hmm? Or did you just want to see exactly what I looked like as a fully grown woman?" Her red tinted lips sealed around the filter to inhale deeply, her dark lashes fluttered down for a moment before she exhaled. It was too good not to take advantage. Besides, the humans seemed to be intimidated by the demon enough to stay out of their hair.</span>