He couldnâ€™t help but laugh when she asked him if the apple was poisoned then asked if he was trying to kill her. The cigarette trembled in his hands and he found the shakiness making it difficult to take that drag he needed so he could keep calm. In the end he just let whatever was left of the cigarette burn out before letting it fall to the ground like he wasnâ€™t even trying to hold it. â€œOhâ€¦ silly me, I had forgotten about your little allergyâ€¦â€ she said to her with a sigh. The tone of his voice almost made him sound like he cared (which wasâ€¦ partially true, oddly enough though he refused to accept that because he still didnâ€™t understand what the hell was going on), but really he was wondering if he had finally found a way to break her.<br/><br/>It intrigued Deziel how tough she acted a moment ago despite that he flew off the handle so easily. She didnâ€™t cry and beg for her life; instead she just looked at him, even now as he laughed at her. By now most of his victims would have broken down and begged he release them â€“sometimes they even demanded him to release them. He was never really amused by this because he could tell they were just scare- he wondered if fear was even a part of her emotions. She was human after all, she could break easily regardless. Then again what did he know about emotion? He lacked most of the emotions that made one human, naturally, and even if he was a demon it was still a little unnatural.<br/><br/>â€œY-you donâ€™t want the apple? Fine. I guess this is what I get for trying to be nice and not let you starve. I try to be the nice guy and this is how you repay me!? Very well then, you will starve.â€ Deziel snorted, snarling at her, snatching the apple from her hands and throwing it on the ground. He wanted to crushed it under his foot, smash it into the ground and rub it in the floor. Hell he even came close to doing so, but he was stopped because of that feeling again. By why? He didnâ€™t even look that deep into her eyes, or at least he tried his best not to. There was something that compelled him to look at her and he could not place his finger on it.<br/><br/>It made him feel sick again and he ended up putting his back against the wall, covering his mouth as he coughed. â€œWhat the hell are you!?â€ He spat. â€œSome kind of witch? You must be, only a witch could do this while I stand before you, and without any obvious signs of casting a spellâ€ It bothered Deziel so much that he eventually decided he had to retreat from the room once he noticed he was coughing up blood from being hungry and weak due to the  lack of human blood in his diet recently, once more slamming the door behind him again, and went to go sit on the couch by the fake fire place to collect himself. He just needed to take some time and relax, to calm down and relax. Relax, smoke another cigarette, and all would be fine. Whatever this feeling was, it would pass.<br/><br/>There had to be something that told him what this wasâ€¦ There had to be. And once he calmed down he would find it. He had been a bit too hasty until now, that was all.