"Yeah, I got it," Ijemaru said, rubbing his shoulder. It seemed like you kept feeling big shocks for minutes after they were over. His arm was all tingly. "I'll do my best to make sure I don't become a "problem."" The idiot comment probably meant she'd seen through his intentions. She knew he would have noticed what was happening in stage one, and that if he'd wanted to reverse the process he would have. That meant she knew that he didn't particularly want to stop the transformation. She'd probably already guessed why, too, from his story earlier. He wanted to be a demon so he could be reunited with his dear friend. Heather's test scores might not have always reflected it, but she really was smart.<br/><br/>"And sorry about your cat," he added. "I'll figure out whatever that was as soon as possible so I can get a handle on it." He guessed it was a direct contact power, skin-on-skin, but he couldn't be sure. Maybe it was still weak, but would expand from its current scope. In which case, figuring it out became that much more important.<br/><br/>He picked up his fork again, starting to finish his dinner. "You should get to the dining hall if you want anything," he warned. "They might run out if you wait too long."