Amora opened one eye, looking warily at the demon. She was still tense, even as she tried to interpret the broken English the demon spoke. She didn't know where he learned that, all the demons seemed to speak another language entirely. He didn't seem like he was going to hurt her. Slowly, watching him to see what he would do, she laid back down, tucking her head under the blanket. 'I don't want to come out, I don't want to look at another one of those fiends for the rest of my life!'