Looking at the thing, Faelan wasn’t really sure what to think. How was he supposed to control it? Watching the others when they controlled their demons, they just seemed to expect their demons to do something and they would. Like a telepathic bond, but the demons everyone else had been bonded too hadn’t been this intelligent, or sometimes even sentient. He looked at her, hugging herself, and realized that maybe this demon’s only thoughts were to burn everything, and she even seemed to be blushing a little, her eyes averted from him.<i>An embarrassed demon, what a show,</i>he thought to himself.<br/><br/>“Stand up,” he said, thinking about watching her standing up. To his surprise, she didn’t even seem to resist. His mind even felt comfortable, not like his thoughts were being roughed up. Weird.<br/><br/>“Touch your knees.” Expected results.<i> She should be putting up more of a fight then this.</i><br/><br/>Without saying anything, he thought to himself,<i> jump</i>. This time she didn’t seem to react.<i>Jump, now.</i>Again, nothing. He smiled a little, realizing her game, yet, didn’t say anything.