"<span style="font-style: italic">Well beautiful, that is one way to take care of a demon... Though it is odd to find a demon and a ghost under one area they don't tend to get along very well. So would you mind telling me why someone so young and good looking would be in a house like this and with a weapon like that?"</span>She could hear the curiosity dripping from the manâ€™s voice like sweat pouring down a manâ€™s back. Her hand automatically yanked the whip back to her, making sure to wrap the whip up and attach it to her pants.  Whatever reason the man had for being here, he was a hunter. The fact that he was a hunter meant one thingâ€¦he wasnâ€™t working with the intelligence.<br/><br/>" Lately a lot of our scary little cridâ€™ers have been in some way or anoâ€™ther at war. At least that tâ€™is what I think. However I may be wrong. As for me with a weapon as such as this." She twisted on her right heel to face him with a slim smirk. "Letâ€™s say itâ€™s my little insurance of survival. However, my business here is mine aloneâ€¦a demon and a ghost." For a second she glanced the man up then down. Taking note of blonde hair, and chocolate brown eyes.  Oh the glory of a man like that. He was taller than her at 6â€™2 but still â€¦he was nice to look at. With that said she barely heard him mutter about some malicious women ghost whose body was in the basement. That wasnâ€™t her game, at least , originally.<br/><br/>She heaved a sigh and shoved her boots down on the floor as if in anger. Her feet followed him down the half torn and broken stairs, through the living room, and towards the kitchen. Where the wide metal basement door was hooked in-between the a picture frame of a rich women, and a child. Oh how lovely. The ghost and demon were friends. "Dosenâ€™t that unnerve you a Ghost and ghostâ€™s child being a demon. Strange I tell ya , but makes sense non the less." She whispered as the large metal door croaked open. "Oh and aftâ€™er this we will go get a drank at my place."