“I am something with more control than you, you impudent pup!” Finn roared with a deep tone and the wolf demon clenched his jaw.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">‘Crone shall be your name, for you are as shameless as a naive puppy yet your heart withered like an old hag…’</span>Crone remembered the woman’s husky, melodic voice as her curly locks wove around her fingers. With a gaze as strong as steel, he remembered how her fingers felt icy cold to the touch when she stroked his muzzle, how strong her grip was as sturdy digits tightened around the back of his neck - an invisible collar of deceit and vengeance.<span style="font-style: italic">‘You are a demon, are you not?’</span><br/><br/>A laugh escaped Crone as his thoughts snapped back to the situation, though it didn’t sound entirely genuine. Rather, it had a fake, teasing sound to it, as though he were a proud child trying to amp up their accomplishments. Crossing his arms, he sniffed back and let his tongue do the taunting as the opposing young man backed off. “You<span style="font-style: italic">will</span>hesitate next time, for it will be me who makes your head flinch backward! You<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>some sort of lame demon, aren’t you? Then you should know your place.” As Finn ran off, Crone gave a loving and admittedly relieved flutter of the fingers to dismiss them, just as he had seen people practise. “And thanks for the tip, honey!” He called down the street before slowly closing the door of Hana’s house.<br/><br/>The sudden calm after the storm of the situation fell heavy upon his shoulders, as the ‘demon that thought he couldn’t use his powers but now suddenly kind of can’ slid down the door and crumpled to the ground in a sullen moment of reflection. What the hell…? Did he really just kiss something as filthy and annoying as the human he was supposed to eat yesterday?! Good lord - this would be a hard story to explain if anyone from the underworld were to discover this. And moreover, what sort of soul-eating creature takes the form of a dark haired, bratty human? The bratty part was self explanatory, Crone mused, but the human part? This town was full of crazy people, it seemed.<br/><br/>Like a snake shedding its skin free from tenacity, Crone rose back up the door and shuffled onto his feet. Scratching the back of his neck, it felt somehow itchy although nothing had disturbed that particular part of skin today. He caught Hana’s gaze, who had seemed to recover pretty well despite the overwhelming shock of everything that had just taken place. “I dunno what just happened, but I’d be damned if it didn’t feel satisfying.” He smirked, still a little buzzed from the immense power that had flown through his bones like a wave of electricity. He had never heard of anything like this being possible; well, it wasn’t everyday that such circumstances of a 'super cool' demon suddenly being zapped into a human by a 'really weird' witch lady had taken place. “Is this somehow part of your voodoo magic, Hana? I wouldn’t put it past ya for this to be some sort of experiment on your part.” With narrowed eyes, he still offered a strong, open hand towards her to help her balance, abruptly suspicious for a moment as his other hand scratched his cheek. “Although, you look terrible. Well, I mean, you<span style="font-style: italic">normally</span>do, but this looks a little bit worse.” His stern gaze seemed to lift as he snickered at his own joke. Wow, am I funny, he thought.<br/><br/>Looking down at her, his gaze seemed to turn sympathetic and concerned for the girl’s sake. That was, until he opened his condensending mouth. “Oh, and for heaven’s sake, why do I have to peck<span style="font-weight: bold">you</span>to feel like myself again?! Eurgh, you must be really lonely to conjure that sort’ve cursed spellery.” He snorted, but behind this arrogance, his gesture did seem willing to help her keep from toppling over as she tried to walk.