When Heather's words reached his ears, Ijemaru's fork stopped midway to his mouth and sank back to the plate. He'd thought maybe his nerves would have handled this moment better, but he suddenly wasn't hungry and he could feel the blood rush away from his face. Good thing he was already pale to begin with, it would be less obvious. "I know she freaked out because she was hurt," he said. "It wasn't on purpose, but it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>my fault. I'm not sure what exactly I did to her, but it wasn't simple strength." No, he'd hardly made contact with her with that little tap. He'd probably stumbled onto another new ability, which was dangerous since he still had no idea what exactly it was or how to control it.<br/><br/>That point about the "loose cannon"... That was... very true. No one minded having such a person unleashed unto the enemy, but if they harmed their allies it wasn't okay. Was that what he was now? "... Should I just come right out with it then?" he asked rhetorically. It was obvious that that's what she wanted. "Under three conditions," he said. "First: don't attack me or freak out. Second: don't tattle on me to any of the higher-ups. Third: keep it between us for now, please?" He sighed, wondering exactly how he should "come right out with it."<br/><br/>The blunt truth seemed best. "I'm becoming a demon. Right now I'm somewhere in stage two, so I'm getting new powers that I haven't had to deal with before." He paused to see her reaction.