(sorry if it is very long. sometimes mine are sometimes they aren't. Hope you are enjoying the rp so far.)<br/><br/>Ghost looks at her frowning when she refused to answer. He honestly gave little to no interest in whether or not she was interested in him...or in his looks. She was just a prize nothing more nothing less. Hell, sure if he encountered The Sphere that everyone spoke of it would be the biggest prize of all. Was he going to be chasing after a myth and a legend just because he knew of it...most likely not. He was an oddball. The rebel of the demon kind. He enjoyed doing what no other demon deigned worthy of doing. He was the outcast king. The misfit ruler. Most of all...he was himself. He would be nothing less than himself no matter what a person's race or species.<br/><br/>In any case he was not the type to go chasing fairy tales. Sure the power spoken of in the lore of The Sphere was tantalizing. How could it not be? He was sure however, that such undeniable extreme power would come with a cost. An unknown cost was never worth the risks and danger it took to go out of ones way to seek out such power. Besides...doing such seeking often ended badly for the seeker of the power. No...he was the type to not play into the tormentingly delicious thrill that such extreme power would bring.<br/><br/>His primary objective was to find himself a prize like no other. Little knowing that his prize bore the biggest prize of all...the very item he sought without seeking...The Sphere. He looks at her and smirked. Shrugging a bit and held her closer. Fingertips digging in just slightly. "Your name will do for starters." He purred out darkly. Keeping her pinned to his form. "Then well move on to what an angel is doing here. After that...we'll see where things go from there." His words said in a dark yet unwordly sexy voice.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Yes...he was after her item. He didn't know she possessed said item. Yes...he was like all demons and wanted it. He was different in one aspect though...he might want it but he was not going to commit suicide by trying to take such an object. He hears whispering amongst his men. Sure they were muttering about perhaps she was the guardian. He smirks. "My men seem to think you are the keeper of the sphere...we'll see. For now...I am the keeper of you." He says.<br/><br/>Looking to his men. "Fall back to Houndura...we dine well tonight." He says. Leaving it open for her mind to possibly think she would be the main course. Sure that was a very diabolical thing to do but he cared not. He looks at her. "You and I, pet, are going to take the express route." He smirks and the snake became visible. Swirling around them over and over again until they teleport to his keep. She might be the keeper. She might not. In either case she was his until further notice. If she turned out to be The Sphere keeper...she would NOT be leaving ever. If not...she might eventually be let free. They reappear in his room and he throws her onto the bed. Discarding her rather roughly. Locking his door with demon magic. Sitting down in a chair across from the bed. "What is your name pet?" he asks again.