December shook his hair out and sighed. That was a close call. The man he had saved lay on the floor infront of him. He was giving he a strange look, but December brushed it off for now.<br/>"You know, you should really consider not running into those things. they are bad for your health," He rubbed his head, and put a hand in his pocket. "And, no, don't thank me. Nobody deserves to be attacked by an evil being. Well, unless they summoned them..." He gave the man a curious look. Could this guy know of the dark arts? That alone would give him the urge to try and wring out all of his secrets and spells. Using his own, of course. Physical activity wasn't his strongsuit. But the one thing that nagged his brain, was why was it attacking him since he wasn't a rebel? December was slightly confused, he didn't get a good look at it, so he couldn't figure out if it was a demon or one of the Shadows.<br/>The dreary interior of the building added to December's creepy complexion. Since he didn't get out much, or talk to anyone, he was a little slow on the details and news of what was going on in the city. Hence, the pale and scary looks.