His mind was spinning from all of her questions and accusations. Sure, he could sympathize and accept the fact that she was freaked out, but he<i>did</i>save her life. Even though she had no recollection of it, that didn’t mean it could be classified as some irrelevant act. Damien audibly sucked his teeth, it was an anxious tick. He couldn’t lie, her words were getting to him and the way she looked at him - as if he were some kind of monster, which was fair - made his blood boil.<b>“I just figured you’d need a drink,” </b>he said, managing to get the short sentence in before she started in on him again. He was good at biting his tongue, but<i>ohh</i>was she pushing it. At this rate, he figured his teeth would saw through the majority of it by the time she was done talking.<br/><br/>By the time she was done talking, he was relieved. He exhaled deeply and parted his lips to talk.<b>“My name is Damien and I am the… man that saved you from the <i>demon</i> in the alley back there. I keep using the word demon because that’s what it was. Yes, this is all true. Demon’s <i>do</i> exist and one of them happened to try and kill you. Now, I don’t know why that happened, but I think that it is a problem that you need help with. Screaming and hollering for the police will only get the both of us into trouble, alright?”</b>He licked his lips, that was a mouthful of words.<b>“I can protect you, and the reason I can do that is that I am a half demon.”</b>He lifted his arms up in a reassuring way.<b>”I’m not like them though. Here, let me show you.”</b><br/><br/>He hands come together. This was going to take a good amount of focus. He wasn’t used to having to control a fireball. It was something that he just did and used at his discretion. Unfortunately for him, she wanted a display and he didn’t much feel like burning down his entire complex. His brow was narrowed as his hand touched down, palm to palm. He flexed some, his body tense and as his hands began to part, small red, yellow and orange wisps began to swirl and draw into the growing space between his hands. When he finally got them apart, hovering over his right palm was a large fireball. He held it like it was for a good few moments and then used his other hand to smother it out. His hand was left smoking and he shook it, sucking in a sharp breath of air, a glare-like scowl on his face as he looked at her.<br/><br/><b>“I know this is crazy, but trust me when I say that I won't hurt you. I’m the one that is trying to <i>save</i> you, alright?</b>Damien cleared his throat and placed his hands on his lap once the pain began to soothe.<b>”I don’t know why there are demons after you, but I do know that you need help. Hell, they might even know that I took you and could on their way here n--”</b>His last word was cut off by flying debris and a large explosion as the side of his apartment exploded. The blast threw him off balance, but he recovered and leaned forward to grab her hand.<b>”Take my hand!”</b>He screamed with urgency in his voice. There was no time for talking anymore. They needed to act and if either of them wanted to make it out of there alive then she needed to take a leap of faith.