"A pleasure," Azoth said stiffly. He had no idea what Virginia Woolf was, and guessing from Eve's blank expression, she didn't either- although, her face did have a tendency to default to that expression, or lack thereof. Virginia was a place, was it not? Perhaps it was some sort of town, or animal that resided there. He huffed black smoke at Solomon's explanation. "I thought the demons had gotten worse lately. Is this why you have chosen to intervene with these-" he glanced at Salem and Joe. "These humans?" Their last names did sound familiar. Perhaps their ancestors had fought in the war, though it seemed that their warrior ways had been cast aside. Humans just didn't have any sense of a pedigree, that was the problem, he thought irritably. Let a few milleniums pass and their standards were gone.<br/><br/>Eve stepped away from Azoth as they spoke. She knew of the demon war, and while she was a proficient fighter, she didn't fancy being the sole fighter in a war. Although, she supposed she wouldn't be the sole fighter now... Although she wasn't sure these two men counted. She glanced around the dusty library apprehensively.