Nexo could see they<span style="font-style: italic">appeared</span>to be mirror images...but he could see the subtle differences. He wasn't stating an opinion of the demon race. Despite what Dez might be thinking...he was that way towards nearly everyone. He'd just slipped up with Dez. And had no intentions of making the same mistake twice. He wasn't feeling anything but monotonous. Yet he also felt anger. Firey anger towards Braeden. He turns his gaze towards him.<br/><br/>"Yo! Guard dog! Shut the fuck up! Stop talking about me to her like I ain't here. You wanna fuck with something. Fuck your soulmate. Leave me the hell out of you warped reality persecption." he glares. "Yeah I love Dez but ain't the way your thinking. Its more of a close friend type of love." he says. Every word dripped with venom towards Braeden. And he then ignores him. Resuming his ignoring the asshole. Looking at Dez sharply. "Yeah. But I want to hear it straight from either the source or the sources second voice." he says bluntly.<br/><br/>Blinking and tries to jerk his hand free. His discomfort at the simple touching contact was evident. He was NOT comfortable with it. Not in the slightest. He looks at Aislynne. "Hi." he says simply. He looks at Dez. "Consultant?" he echoes. "Damn...you demons sure as hell are a weird ass race. Least with Gabriel I knew what the hell he meant. Even when he was talking shit out his ass." he shrugs. "Oh well...Dez go play lovey dovey with your soulmate. You two have been well...seperated for technically a week possibly longer. Depends on whether you picture it in human time or hell time." he says with a shrug.<br/><br/>Looking back at Aislynne. "Hello. Since lovebirds are together perhaps you can show me around hell? I mean I don't mind going around by myself. Stir up more than just a little amount of chaos and dischord...but would rather not end up lost."