Syn kept the smirk on his lips as he could practically smell the smoke coming out of her ears as her brain tried to process what he'd said.  Again that untapped power within her had allowed her to gather her strength enough to stand which was rather impressive since he knew of demons who couldn't collect themselves enough to get off of their asses in front of him.  Now if his shields were down and he was unleashing the full potential of his power then she'd probably die simply from the crushing weight that his power held but he rarely did that.  When words finally came out of her mouth his smirk turned into a small smile as he nodded.<br/>"Indeed.  You seem rather amusing to an old demon like me.  It's been a long time since I've sensed something like this."<br/>He said as he made it clear...ish...that he was doing this for his own amusement out of sheer boredom.<br/><br/>When she spoke again he lifted his hand to make a Shadow mimic form right out of her own shadow.  The mimic was an exact copy of her, fully aware and smiling at Mina as it stood there.<br/>"Syn Night, Shadow Demon Lord of the Void Territories."<br/>Void territories were listed in the books that she and her classmate's were told to study.  Home to many demon races considered tricksters to the other demon races.  They specialized in mental games, shadow magic, void magic and shadow manipulations.  All of which Syn had Mastered in order to become the Demon Lord.<br/>"Assuming you paid attention in your classes of course."<br/>He said as he winked at her, tapping his own temple as he reached into his vest pouch, pulling a new clove cigarette and lighting it.  The strong vanilla scent filling the dead air around him, hanging like a white curtain in front of him as his eyes caused certain areas of the white smoke to gleam a red glow.<br/><br/>Looking up at the moon he smiled.<br/>"Beautiful night, but I do believe it's getting a tad late for you.  Do you wish to continue this in doors or would you like to stand in the dirt as your heels sink just a little bit further into the soil?"<br/>He asked as he couldn't understand why on earth she'd wear heels on loose soil, it was asking for a sprained ankle if not a broken one.  Staying where he was, he waited for this newest string of information to settle in her mind, process and possibly wait for a new string of questions since humans, Witch, Warlock or plain human, weren't exactly stellar at absorbing information that commonly was unheard of.  It usually took them a few minutes.