Ammaraxyl inhaled deep of the atmosphere around him, taking in her sweet scent and exotic perfume.  A lot could be told of ones scent.  There is an age old adage about how animals can smell fear.  A more accurate statement is that an animal's sense of smell is far more developed than a human's, and can detect things a human nose would otherwise miss.<br/><br/>When someone is afraid, chemicals are excreted through their skin.  The scent is unique to each emotion, and is easily missed.  A keen demon nose however could easily find it.  Terryn was afraid, but to her credit, she hid it well.  But in addition to the fear, there was also arousal.<br/><br/>Good, she was not opposed to the idea of sexual favors...  But her comment about her having heard stories that such things didn't interest him?  Nothing could be further from the truth.<br/><br/>Though as she said she would rather it be a genuine intrigue and attraction rather than as part of a business transaction.  The demon lord arched an eyebrow at this, but was inclined to agree.  He was indeed attracted to her, as well as heavily intrigued.  He had been away from the mortal realm for too long, and people were starting to forget about the Demon Lord of the Seventh.  He would need to remedy that...<br/><br/>She spoke of a bandit group not far from their current location.  Murderers and thieves terrorizing good people who just wanted to live their lives in peace.<br/><br/>He considered the prospect of clearing out this den of villains, and taking possession of their souls...  Bandits were likely dark souls with little power, but he had been away for too long, and any potential hunt set his instincts ablaze.<br/>Ammaraxyl entertained several ideas to scope out the thieves den, and how to go about collecting his due from them....<br/><br/><br/>He watched her intently as she walked, speaking slowly to him, then felt her wince as her eyes closed...  She was weary from the summoning, and had begged his forgiveness.<br/>Her scents betrayed her, and showed she was afraid to appear weak in front of the demon lord, and right she was...<br/><br/><br/>Rather than offer her words of comfort, or move to assist her, he said nothing, watching quietly, waiting for her to add anything to her plea for forgiveness.  He was not offended, nor angry, but she didnt need to know that.<br/>To honestly know someone is to watch them when they are truly stressed...  Such observations could glean far more information than any interview process.  If he was to work for her, he would know her.<br/><br/><br/>Ammaraxyl waited, watched, and listened, picking up on every scant behavior she allowed to happen...