As Black feasted on his catch, Kyra caught her own and came over to join him. Instead of eating though, she waited for her fish to stop moving and set it down so she could speak. At the rather sudden question Black stopped moving. He took his mouth away from the Buck's flesh and looked at the dragon. The expression in his eyes could have been any number of things, so many vivid emotions and stirs of blank apathy flickered around that it was actually harder to read them than if they'd shown nothing at all.<br/><br/>His mouth was stained with the blood of his catch, but he didn't move to wipe it away since he figured he'd be eating again in a moment anyway. "He already told you my name," Black said. "Isn't that who I am?" The demon was, in a very subtle way, beating around the bush. He knew all the questions that had been hidden in that one, but if he could play ignorant maybe he wouldn't have to answer them. Despite being a demon, Black made a point to not lie, though he had nothing against withholding information.<br/><br/>After saying that much, the demon turned back to his meal, tearing into the back now.