A few hours later, in the early hours of the morning, the warmth of the air was still lingering, as if attached to the park, or perhaps it was the presence of the demon either way it was a nice comfirting sensation to those who could feel it, even to Divine beings as well as Fallen Angels. The young man sat in the tunnel on the opposite side to where the young girl slept, even after a few hours she still had the look of fatigue, this also concluded that she would have had been in a deep sleep. The young man perked a brow of interest, how could a girl, especially a girl of her age ind comfirt on the floor? Was it a rebel stage of her life? Didnt she like the comfirt of a bed? Was she honestly looking for trouble when she came out here? The questions swearled around his head like a storm.<br/><br/>The young man pulled his knees to his chin, staring at the girl, a quizzful look plastered on his expression, one eyebrow normal whilst the other spang up, a jerkish twitch wavered on the eyebrow that wavered up, a comical expression left on his face, one that could bring laughter or even a hint of happiness to those who had seen it,regardless of him being a demon he was still learning the customes of humans, his trainers scraped the ground causing the rubble of small pebbles and concrete to scrap across the floor, the man was clumsy, questionative and his motives were unknown to the all seeing eye, to the public and even to immortals. He edged towards her, sitting in the middle of the walk way, still that comical expression across his face.<br/><br/>He leaned foward towards her face, the heat intensified around him, not to a boiling stage but to a summer heat, not hot enough to make those uncomfirtable but enough to actually feel like wrapping an arm around a heater because it was so nice a warm, the type of warmth that soaked into your skin and wamrmed your bones. He wriggled his nose slightly then edged away again, his eyebrow still perked. He ran his eyes down the clothes she wore, an odd fashion and during this type of season, not to mention she was out doors where odd people (including himself) roa.<br/><br/>He mummbled to himself, pressing his chin behind his knees. "She's sure a sleeper..." A nice, soothing and lamented tone of voice could make nearly about anyone listen to him. Though he had a childish tone during this situation, he just couldnt understand why, or how this could have happened in the first place. Why is she out here? How did she get placed in this situation? Was this her choice? There were so many questions he wanted to ask her, though knowing he would get the same rejection he would take a chance, in the end regardless if he got to know her or not. The objective was the sme, however he would prefer to convert her to Hell's Legion rather than killing her to stop Heaven getting thier way.<br/><br/>"Don't you think its time to wake up now?" His was wasnt lowered down, but questionable towards the girl. Hopefuly she heared him, and hopefuly she would listen to what he would have to say, maybe he could have fun before Chaos breaks loose.