Cyrus had been deep in thought when when he heard the sweetly toned voice call out to him. Looking up from his papers he was quiet for a moment before getting up with a stretch. His silver eyes came down upon her with a hint of gentleness under their powerful gaze. Despite his title as King of demons his demonic personality traits seemed to disappear at times. And once you took that for granted you would quickly be reminded that he wasn't one to be tested or taken lightly. His voice carried confidence behind words. "I was just about to take a break from duty. If you'd like I can take you into the garden myself."<br/><br/>Things were awkward to say the least he had been raised in the human world so demon traditions and customs were a bit foreign to him even as he tried to learn them. Upon taking the throne he acquired quite a few things money, concubines, and even a physical soul. The latter was above all the most valuable. They were walking breathing conduits of raw power. One he still had not figured out how to tap into yet. Nonetheless he was grateful and wanted to know just what she was and what she could do. Taking the more humane approach he would try and get to know the girl and see if things worked out that way. He would have rather treated her as a sentient being than a weapon. He hoped that would be good enough.