Deviathon smirked with some effort. He was still injured after all. "Relax, beautiful! I don't want to fight you. Under other circumstances, I would if you insisted, but I still have a spearhead in my abs. If you didn't see it before, I would ask that you see if you can remove it. Unfortunately I can't because it's enchanted." He paused to look at her, his long blonde hair moving as if caught in the wind, despite there being none. "As for why I'm here..." he sighed. This was one situation he hadn't counted on. She should have been under his power when he lied about not having a key. "Your memories told me where to go when I uttered that teleportation spell. They told me exactly where you lived, so I was brought here. That's how the spell works."<br/><br/>He watched as she processed this. He was in need of answers, but didn't want to frighten her. Wait a second... He didn't want to frighten her? since when did a demon not want to scare someone? He really was losing his touch. Oh well, he'd sort that out later.<br/><br/>"Could you please just remove this thing from my abs?" he asked trying to remove the spearhead again, only to get shocked again. "Damn, forgot that I was the only one who can't remove it!"