Sierra listened to him as he spoke of what seemed to be impossible. Of course, with the aura this man give off, there seemed to be a bit of an air of impossibility to everything he said. Something supernatural was at work with him at all times, and when he revealed what he was, it explained volumes to her as to the why. If he was an incubus as he said, she wondered why he hadn't tried to feed on her yet. If memory served right, and the stories she'd heard were accurate, she was fairly certain that incubus were demons that fed on sex. It caused her cheeks to tint just thinking about it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"A demon...." </span>she said softly in return before speaking again.<span style="color: #BF00BF"> "Pardon my rashness, but I am intrigued....Aren't you a bit too nice to be a demon?" </span>she asked him.<span style="color: #BF00BF">"At least, that's what I always learned from the stories. They say that demons are evil, vile creatures, and that incubus specifically feed off of..." </span>She trailed off as her face tinted even redder.<span style="color: #BF00BF"> "Well um...sexual energy." </span>She nearly squeaked out in her flustered nature.<br/><br/>She didn't appear afraid. This man had helped her too much thus far to be as evil as she recalled demons to be made out to be. Either that, or he was the master of deception. Either was a valid option at this point.<br/><br/>When he mentioned reading her mother's journal to her, she couldn't quite think of the words to say for a moment. Her mind seemed to stop before she could return any dialogue.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">"You....would do that?....For me?"</span>