Svalti, being a bird, might not seem capable of smiling but the traces of a smirk could be noticed on her facial expression. The look of raw terror on this manâ€™s face was highly amusing. She felt like playing with her food a bit, the poor guy looked like he was going to piss himself. Many things were running through her mind as she wondered what she could do to spice up his life. He was a writer, a horror writer, so that alone had already given her a few ideas, and he seemed to be more bark than bite with how defensive he was with her before. Now that she had shown him what she truly was, he was reduced to a frightened child barely able to stand. He was still calling her an old hag, also quite entertaining; perhaps he was denying what was in front of him.<br/><br/>He had not denied his boring life. That was an accomplishment for he seemed desperate in asking her to do something to entertain him. Well, leave it to her to not disappoint him. He should, however, keep in mind that she was not here for his entertainment.<br/><br/>â€œAny age?â€ She repeated as if the words were something foreign. The question was not something she had been expecting, she was hardly ever asked her age. Stretching her wings out a bit, taking care not to bump the walls, she took in a deep breath and chuckled deeply. The sound seemed to echo, though faint. Svalti was indeed an old creature but she was not as old as some of the other demons and gods out there nor was she as powerful. What she said about her not being as fancy as Loki or any powerful god like Loki was no lie. However her power was still great, even in her old age, she was considered the most powerful demon in this city, she was able to hold her own against demons more powerful than herself as well. â€œIâ€™m much older than you are, thatâ€™s all you need to know.â€<br/><br/>Brushing the question off, she went on as if he had not asked it. She could spend all day talking about how old she was, go on about everything she had experienced in her life, but she would not, it really was nothing of importance anyway. If he really wanted to know more then perhaps she might have to enlighten him but again she was not here for his entertainment. Little did this man know it really was the other way around and he was truly entertaining her more and more. She would find anything she could to pick him apart and dive into his fears; it was going to be easier than he thought it would.<br/><br/>Svalti grinned widely again, â€œNow, as for how I will be â€˜spicingâ€™ up your life, I know what I can do for youâ€¦â€ her expression behind the grin was devious. There was a bemused sparkle in her dark eyes. â€œIâ€™m sure you know of the killer on the loose,â€ she continued, very confident that he would accept this, â€œsince you like to write about killers perhaps you could do a bit of research on a real killer. Real life is nothing like the fantasies humans make up to brush off the reality that lies before them.â€ Would he even go after a real killer? Maybe he would dive into it like nobodyâ€™s business and get started right away. Or would he just run and hide sticking his nose into the safety of his books? The latter seemed more likely since she was leaving out most of the details.