Black was suddenly dragged off with Drake by the wolf demon, and at this point, Ijemaru didn't care to protest. Not sensing any hostility, Black didn't offer any resistance either, and listened politely to what Darakus had to say. He found an old stubbornness return to him from his youth and let his eyes half close into a mild glare. "I don't want to look any more human than I do now," he said sourly. On several occasions, he had wished he looked<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>demonic, but he possessed no abilities of transformation. Granted, his semi-unassuming appearance came in handy at times like this, traveling in a group of humans, elves, dragons, and anithropes, but in demon territory it was almost embarrassing. Humans were associated with weakness, and an appearance as human as his lead to lousy first impressions. He imagined the situation might be like if an elf were born with small, rounded ears. They would always feel like their ears ought to be pointed like everyone else...<br/><br/>"Anyway," Black went on after the shortest of pauses, "it doesn't matter what we look like, as long as they have good enough noses." He looked at Drake then, "You look perfectly human, but you still smell like a dragon. Also, even if we were recognized, I doubt we would be their first targets. I'm sure they'd go after Skippy, since he has what they want." He paused a moment, then spoke directly to Darakus, "And about the eyes... I've been with this group for days now, and they don't seem to care at all. Besides, I like them." And with that selfish comment, he let his case rest.