With an annoyed smile, Crone sighed and moved a hand through the top of his evenly parted hair. “That’s your problem then, isn’t it, dear? I am<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>going out there to touch more annoying little meat-bags for humans.” Crone was very much concerned about the whole predicament - what exactly did humans do in their strange lives? Sure, he had observed human culture as a demon, and knew the basics about human economy and a few of the odd pop culture references and phrases here and there, but the possibility of spending the rest of the year in such an unfortunate cage filled with gross red blood and bones really wasn’t something the man wanted to think about at current. Crone’s eyes danced at the notion of Hana letting him spend the night, clasping his hands together with a long and thankful smirk. “Ooh, how interesting. Though it’s probably the first time you’ve let a man into your bedroom, huh?” Poking a deviant tongue out, the demon side of Crone still had what diminishing energy was left to poke fun at the strange witch. To be perfectly honest, he was surprised that the girl didn’t just initially kill him on the spot, so internally grateful for that not being the end result of tonight, he let Hana pull his bony wrist down the hallway and through to her room.<br/><br/>He sniffed the stagnant, clean air of the warm, inviting bedroom, taking the time to look at the various book spines on her bookcase, to quietly observing the few pictures on the wall, whilst Hana did what she could to compose a small air mattress bed for him. The evidence in her room seemed to convey that she had once lived in a different area, perhaps suggesting why Crone hadn’t picked up her aura until recently. His eyes falling upon the wall mirror, he jumped a little in shock, at first thinking it were another person in the bedroom. But the tall image remained, copying Crone’s movements. As he processed that it were his own reflection, he spent a long moment to look at his aesthetic. He noticed it looked quite... bare, without bundles of fur covering every inch of skin. Though he did quite like his long hair, which reminded him of the colour that he once donned as a demon; the type of metallic blue that slightly shimmered in the light. Turning around to peer behind him, it was then he noticed the tips of his wing symbols peeking from above his robe. Lowering the piece of clothing down a bit, Crone smiled at the symbols that covered his shoulder blades and the sides of his back. They couldn’t let him fly, but they were the exact symbols of his wings as a demon. A nice constant reminder that being human was not who he was originally, and ultimately, what he wasn’t designed for.<br/><br/>Swivelling around to notice the increasingly tired Hana, he nodded in compliance, feeling the weight of his own body drop onto his bed. The slight burning of being transformed lingered on his limbs and torso, drawing all the more reason for his heavy eyelids to fall forward. “Whatever, witch... What will a person like you do tomorrow, anyway? Do you wear one of those suits like the ‘workers’ on human telly? Or a schoolgirl outfit like the ones in the show with gigantic eyeballs and puffy hair?” He dismissively questioned, the last part of his phrase referring to a slice of life anime he had happened to stumble upon once, eyes shut and thinking as she returned back to the room after getting ready. Much things about society still puzzled him, especially if what he’d seen on television were observational footage of real life. Listening out to hear if she’d respond, Crone pulled the cover up to his face and turned in his bed, a defined and sharp nose protruding from his profile. Feeling his body relax, he was happy to finally forget about his annoyance and struggle for a bit, and just let his dark soul be put to ease for a few hours.