<span style="font-style: italic">Four hundred and twenty years old</span>?? Eloa sputtered in her silence. He was four hundred and twenty years old. But...Jack. he had said she could call him Jack before, and just now said Jack was twenty-one. Eloa put a hand to her head and closed her eyes. Was he two people? Or- perhaps it had something to do with being an Archlich. It was all so confusing for her.<br/><br/>She listened to him explain his very alive appearance with some scepticism. Demon Prince of Evil? "I know a Demon Prince of Evil." Eloa muttered under her breath before chuckling to herself. That was a clever joke. Or at least she thought so.<br/><br/>Eloa watched the man remove his mask and interact with the owl once more. He<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>handsome. In a dark, broody kind of way. Even if his personality didn't match.<br/><br/>The box that appeared before Eloa startled her and she took a step back involuntarily. Surprisingly it was in a language she could read! She looked it over before leaning her entire body to the side, to eye Sho from around the box.<br/><br/>"Why would you, a complete stranger, object to my marriage?" Perhaps he was just taking pity on her? "For that matter, why<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>you helping me??" Eloa looked away, abashed for quickly adding, "Not that I'm ungrateful. I'm truly in your debt, but still!" She met his eyes again from around the box. "Why are you helping me?"