Armas was pacing back and forth, impatiently awaiting his new sweet, well meal that is. "Finch is taking her sweet time. Is she playing games again?" he grumbled, flopping back into a thick pile of leaves. They flew up in a flurry and e watched them fall, catching a few in his hand only to crumple them up. It had been ten years of his continual feeding and he was beginning to get the feeling that he was becoming more of a pet to the humans than they probably knew. "Of all the years, I thought I had instilled my lustrious image into the minds of young girls like a beautiful shadow of a dream and I'm reduced to waiting for my next meal and then savoring it for a year?" He snarled lightly, grinding his canines into his lip. "If Ciel saw me, he'd probably call me a human pet.... a slave of their desires rather than the bane of their lives..."<br/><br/>He sat up then, thinking for a moment when an idea hit him. What if he changed this time? What if.... A sick grin spread across his pure and innocent face that was far from natural. "I'll make a bet with Finch when she gets back and I have the perfect bet in mind." His eyes darted from one end of his little clearing to the other where the branches seemed to part ways as he saw his beautiful black nightmare glide into the clearing with an empty back. At first he grew angry, but a scream that followed behind Finch brought a smile back to his face. She had been playing games, maybe she too would catch onto his bet.<br/><br/>Armas quickly dropped his smile and put on the best face he could. He drew his hands back to his horns and made them disappear along with his tail and incubi wings. When the girl finally ran in, he had perched himself back on his rock and was gingerly holding one arm around his knee while he kept the other leg stretched. He observed her body, the cuts, the forming bruises, and even the sweat that he guessed would be beading down her cheek because of the hot and heavy clothing she was wearing.<br/><br/>Finch had slowed down to the trot and tossed her head back, illustriously at Anna in a tease. The foolish girl would not ride her, not if she could get her to run all the way to her destination. She tossed a satisfied whinny to Armas as she trotted around in pride and triumph. "It isn't nice to tease guests," Armas said gently. He got up slowly and slid down the rock to walk over to Anna and offered her a helping hand. "Are you alright?" Finch looked at him wide eyed and tossed her head side to side as if in frustration, but he ignored it.