It had not taken long for the young man to find her; she would not have expected any less if he really was a skilled detective. The moment he began speaking to her, she stopped stroking the girlâ€™s hair and stood to face him. Her dark eyes followed his every movement as he voiced his little observations, amusing as they were, and showed off his detective skills. It was both satisfying yet also disappointing. Svaâ€™alti liked a challenge and knew this young man could give her one but alas the young man was still human. While she would not deny his talent, and she would give credit where it was due, a small part of her expected more. He was experienced, yes, but she had a feeling that how he was explaining himself now was all that she would get. And that was disappointing. Then again, perhaps this was her way of challenging him, just to even the game out a bit.<br/><br/>After all this would be boring without challenge, for both of them.<br/><br/>â€œMy, you certainly are an insightful young detective,â€ she said with a half-hearted smile, standing to look the young man in the eye. â€œYouâ€™ve caught me red handed, as they say. For that, I admire your wit.â€ Her voice had that obvious elderly chime to it, but there was still something very sultry in the way she spoke. Her voice was a further reflection that she has been there and done that; it had a charm to it almost, not quite weary and worn out, still looking for adventure. She was soft spoken, casual, and showed him the same respect he showed her. â€œIt just so happens that I do enjoy tea every now and then. Iâ€™m not at all like you humans so it doesnâ€™t quench my thirst at all, but it has a rather delightful taste, wouldnâ€™t you agree?â€<br/><br/>â€œIf you want the girl, go ahead and take her, I wonâ€™t fight you for her. Thereâ€™re plenty of others in that town.â€ She gestured towards the sleeping child. The little girl was badly mauled, but she was fast asleep and probably would not wake up. This was the wonders of magic at its finest: the girl would not wake up until the spell was broken. Now, this does not necessarily mean killing the one who placed the spell, mind you. Svaâ€™alti knew better than that; she was much more experienced than some of the other demons in this area. But would the detective discover her little trick she wondered? Her challenge was evident in her smile, the way she looked at him. The young man was human, but the excitement remained; she wanted him to figure out how to break the sleep spell.<br/><br/>Of course she would not voice it. The young man would need to use his wits. And she was sure that he had plenty of that, from what she has gathered; she did say that she admired his wits. She enjoyed playing tricks, but when she was truthful she meant it.<br/><br/>She backed away from the girl, but kept her eye on the young man, â€œThe Angel heart, assuming you have seen my work, will satisfy me for now. Angel hearts are wonderful snacks, my friend, you should try one sometime.â€ The more hearts she consumed, the closer she would be to breaking the curse that had been put on her. Damn warlock. She was determined to become stronger and rid the world of that bastard. â€œNow go on, the girl is yours.â€<br/><br/>It was almost funny because she was not nervous or afraid at all. Most demons would strike out and attack any human that stands in their way like a mindless monster. They didnâ€™t have their minds, any sense of reasoning, but she did. She was different from them, obviously, and not just because she was an older demon. She has had a lot of experience with humans to know her place amongst them, even communicate with them easier. After a few bad encounters in her youth she found it easier to just play a long and be nice â€“and the excitement remained with this encounter indeed. However, it was not like her to relinquish a precious child; a childâ€™s blood was pure, the purer the blood the better the taste, and like an alcoholic craves alcohol she craved this blood. She was a demon through and through, despite her differences from the others.