Fear, false bravery, uneasiness... all of it the male could smell coming from her. His expression was blank as his eyes stared over at her own. Her heart was beating louder in his ears as fright and fear settled down into her soul. He grinned and looked to her, "You do not understand this place? This is one of the birthplaces to one of a set of Demons. You are friends to one. I know."<br/><br/>He shoved off from the wall and slowly began to walk towards her, "You never have heard of him till you met him. He looks innocent - he is a killer."<br/><br/>The man stood by her and put a hand over her shoulder, "A life full of lies he has. He makes up stories, to have many pity him." he leaned closer and sniffed her, "You heart is beating like a drum, and your scent is stronger when you are scared. Each time your heart beats... it brings out the demon in me, makes this old part of the past... hungry for the present."