Armas raised a brow at her naivety, she was something else alright. " No," he said shortly, sighing. He closed his eyes, relaxing a little with his head on her shoulder but still he stayed alert. "Again, this is why you are a girl not a woman. Any human or beast would choke someone in anger for threatening their life. It is... A deal that comes along with power. Don't confuse the two," He told her.<br/><br/>He hesitated at the last part as a grin twisted over his fine thin lips, "I can see why you're here though, now." He was a little smug about how he said the words, knowing he'd openly hurt her. " Again, though, you are wrong. It does matter... I'm not sure of three tell you this, however it matters not. For the past ten years your little village had sent off the most unmanageable of women... from the town brothel women to the town's most seclusive and unmarriable girls. They were even stupid enough to send me a child who I gratefully traded off because she was a witches child with a demon eye." He tightened his hug on her waist, pulling his head up as he went to meet her eyes. His own eyes looking deep into her as of he were reading her.<br/><br/>"I draw people in because they taste better when they're feeling euphoria. I push them away because I don't love them," he told Anna, his voice taking an icy bite to it. The smile faded from his face, his eyes looked sad a moment and then... He let her go, his interest suddenly gone. His eyes traveled to the floor, picking at the items on the floor. " Leave," he ordered, raking a hand back through his pearly white blonde hair. Armas' tail flicked in irritation as he drew down to swipe up the knife from the floor and he easily snapped the handle off tossing the blade into the hearth while examining the handle slowly.