<span style="font-weight: bold">"What are you?"</span><br/><br/>The man stopped eating when she asked him that. When she tried to cover it up with an apology and another question similar to it, he set his fork down. "No, it wasn't rude. Your first question was more accurate. Not smart, but since you had the guts to ask, I may as well answer it." He stood up, and walked over to her. Staring her down, he began speaking sternly. "Let me make this perfectly clear. I can read your mind, and you aren't dreaming. I am<span style="font-style: italic">quite</span>real. As for my name, you make call me... Kratos, and if you say anything about the 'God of War' that just crossed your mind I swear I'll kill you. that's bullshit that Japan made up. I am the Demon in charge of Hell's army. Not a god. Are. We. Clear?"<br/><br/>When he finished speaking he simply went back over to the shadow chair and sat down. Looking over at Rylie, he stroked Raphael's back and when the cat Meowed, he remarked, "Of course not! Demons aren't THAT heartless...<span style="font-size: 75%; line-height: 116%;"> even if I literally don't have a heart</span>" To which the cat meowed again. "What? No, that would be rude to ask, she probably would take you to the pound if she knew you suggested it and I was okay with it, which I'm not."<br/><br/>Then he looked back up at Rylie. "Frankly I'm a bit disturbed at what your cat is suggesting. when did you get him?"