Crone felt rather relieved as Hana started to calm down. Anymore of her extremely intense aura and he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to handle the feelings it exuded. As though her tears had been waiting for the right moment, they suddenly pooled down her cute cheeks, rendering the man speechless as he watched the drops roll off and into her clothing. He had to admit he was slightly concerned; unable to truly understand such genuine emotion, he wondered if it was a normal mortal reaction, almost worried that he had ‘broken’ the girl for a moment. He peered blankly to meet her face as she wept.<span style="font-style: italic">‘Is it weird if I reckon, in this moment, her face is kind of adorabl-’</span><br/><br/>A hand hit his head, instantly breaking his chain of thought. “Ow.” He worried for a moment that witches could read minds, too.<br/><br/>“Fine,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Hanaaa</span></span>,” Crone responded to the first part of her instruction, “and you guessed it,” he followed as she yawned, scratching the top of his dark mop that had become tangled in places from all the chaotic happenings of tonight. Seemingly more tired, the demon realised that in such a weak state, and due to the shock of the transformation, he was feeling a little drowsy himself. Well, that was, until Hana informed that she didn’t actually know how to remedy the spell. Meaning he may not be able to ever turn back. Meaning he would have to remain human for even longer than he anticipated. Meaning he felt really, kindly put, ‘pissed off’.<br/><br/>“You don’t know<span style="font-weight: bold">what</span>?!” If he could harness it, he would’ve been tearing up himself, but instead he clenched his fists, digging long nails into his skin, before lurching to grab Hana by the shoulders. He was more than ready to happily shake her about, but then, he glanced upon her elegant, pale, calming face, and the quietened aura... He couldn’t bear himself such a thing after already doing embarrassing gestures to be ‘nice’ with her. Additionally, his human body was happy to will him back to rational thinking, making it surprisingly easier, he found, to let his anger go for the time being. “Well, you brought this upon yourself, so I’m afraid you’ll have to deal with me hanging around until you -magically- find a solution, magician Hana,” at current, all Crone had with him was a long black robe with faint gold dragon markings sewn into the material. Knowing how complicated human life seemed through observation, Crone realised Hana would be in for a real test of courage and determination if she decided to let a feisty, human-killing once-demon live with her, the man without really anything so far to assist her. With a long, tired sigh, he narrowed his eyes at the sheepish girl, though couldn’t help but smile at the overall humour of the situation. “Ugh, let’s get this over with, then. I hope you’ve a place for me to stay if you can’t sort this out by tonight. By the way, the name’s Crone,” he raised back up to his feet, patting her head lightly in return, “you’re strange, but perhaps we can come to terms and never ever cross paths again. I for one am never hunting a ‘Foster’ again...” He softly chuckled.<span style="font-style: italic">‘Oh dear, what have I gotten myself into?’</span>