Ghost felt her eyes upon him. Had felt them upon him the entire time. He wasn't a mind reader but if he had been he would have answered her questions in order. One he knew about the sphere. Two he did not seek after it while seeking it. He sought it out without going out of his way to do so. Three he had absolutely no clue...currently...that she was the one who had it. Then he would have ended up asking her...if she was such a keeper of such undeniable power...what the hell was she doing out so late all on her lonesome in the middle of a forest. Yep...he was just that kind of guy. It wouldn't be the hand it over or die thing...that is exactly what he would have moved onto after answering her unspoken questions.<br/><br/>As it was, he was not a mind reader. As such he did not answer her thoughts with words. No they really didn't know she was the keeper of the sphere. Sure there was a vast majority of the demon kind who knew who had it. Those who knew who had it did not know where said keeper was. Ghost and his men, however, did not have possession of such knowledge. No what they knew was there was an angel amongst man. A rumoredly beautiful one at that. That is what brought this band of rogues her way. The keeper herself was what they had sought. Not the object that is being sought by many itself.<br/><br/>He looks at her. He ignored the fact she was just sitting up on the bed where he had thrown her. She wouldn't be able to escape his keep. No...not unless he let her go free. She would encounter dangers and traps. End up in similar or worst situations than she was currently in at the moment. Sure he was a bad ass demon but he had a heart...somewhere. It was buried deep within his chest. Hidden by his race and breeding. He was a man of mystery and that was just the beginning of who and what he was.<br/><br/>He looks at her and smiles. Saying her name in soft delight. It was a beautiful name in his opinion. He wouldn't be telling her that but he was thinking it. "Naria..." He looks at her and smirks. "I never give my real name. I will give you a list of aliases you may decide which you will use. If you prefer to call me bastard that is fine too. It is in your right to make such decisions. Never heard of an angel who cusses however." he says with a dark smile.<br/><br/>Shrugging it off and looks at the ceiling. "You may call me Ghost. Most do. Or Night, Shade or Shadow. Only my closest friends do I bestow with the knowledge of a more personal alias." He says rather idly. Off handedly if you will. He looks at her. "Alright Naria...what is an angel doing amongst the race of man? Disgusting and conniving creatures that they are. Why would an angel of beauty and purity be amongst those that sin?"<br/><br/>(I am. I am very much enjoying it. If he gets too rough with her please tell me OOCly like we are doing with this discussion stuff.)<br/>((Oh...what do you think of Zyaris?))