Syra looks at the man who was within her friends body. She didn't know who he was. Or if she did she couldn't recall such information. Even if she had known who he was it wouldn't have made any difference to her. Prince or not he was just a person. Any person was fair game to her mischievious yet at times demonic games. The only person safe from such mayhem was her friend Gabriel. She waited while he lowered himself. She wasn't always causing mischief and mayhem. Just some of the time. Her eyes look at him with a studying sort of way.<br/><br/>He might be other people's prince but he sure as hell wasn't hers. She had no keeper. She had no owner. She sure as hell would not ever bow down to any man. Expecially not some prince of hell. She was the type to go up into the face of danger and face them head on. Except where her father was concerned...that was a totally different matter however. The truth of the matter however was she did not know who Satanachia was. Gabriel sheltered her. Kept her oblivious to the mans name. Oblivious to the man who took possession of him.<br/><br/>She frowns and looks at him sweetly. "It is only suicidal if you actually die." She says with a soft bubbly laugh. Looking at him curiously. His words triggered faint bells of who he might be. They dimmed quickly however. She shrugs a bit. "If you say so. Perhaps he merely has no interest in your throne. If he had interest in it...wouldn't he have already tried for it? A coward is one who flees from a fight. A wise man is one who avoids pointless fighting." She says in a wismadic sort of way.<br/><br/>She listens to him though. "You must be that princey person everyone is muttering and murmering about. I never catch his name though. For some reason Gabriel always shows up and says we need to go elsewhere when they are about to say such important information." She says. Rather puzzled by her best friends actions. "Anyways...one day ruler of hell." she says. "My name is Syra." Her name was one of the few things that Satanachia would have only managed to get glimpses of from her friends thoughts.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Jace felt the young woman's gaze going from him to her master. Oh he could feel it  very much indeed. Almost see the faint hue upon her cheeks. Though with his mind it was probably just shadowings cast by the faint light upon the world of darkness he was able to cast using his mind. He could see the smile the man wore...just faintly. It was still just shadows upon shadows. His mind couldn't illuminate enough of the darkness that his lack of eyesight cast upon the world around him.<br/><br/>He almost frowned though when Lucarios managed to actually guess his name. Frowning in the fact he really hadn't thought Lucarios would have such a good memory. He mentally sighed before responding. It was actually a drawn out silence. He really didn't wish to admit to his name. He knew he could not however deny such an triumphant and successful guessing of it. "Indeed you have guess who I am quite accurately.." He says with a serious tone. The smile, however, never once left his lips.<br/><br/>He was not quite impressed with Lucarios. Admittedly his guessing the royal mans name was not to go without reward. A small chuckle escaped his lips. Not one who laughed too often around other demons. He waves a hand to the nearest pizza parlor waitress. "Table for three. Three drinks. Large pizza and please keep them and your delicious cheesy bread coming." He lead the way to the table with the two following. Or so he assumed. He knew Lucarios most likely wouldn't dare refuse to accept the already spoken offer. He sits down and waited for the man and his servant woman to join him.</span><br/><br/>(Holy crap that post came out huge on both characters O_O)