Black listened somewhat apathetically to what the Night Faerie was saying, continuing his meal simultaneously. He didn't dwell on how the boy dodged his question, accepting the information he did offer.<span style="font-style: italic">He has a destination,</span>the demon thought, drunken with tiredness and blood.<span style="font-style: italic">I suppose mine is at that boy's hip. I can feel it--the spell he bound me with tugs harder the farther away I get. He didn't bother to tell me that I wouldn't be able to run if I wanted to.</span><br/><br/>"Well," the demon started in response, standing and tossing the last of his meal's bones into his mouth, "I'm not traveling alone like you. It's an odd group I got stuck with, but I can think of at least four people who might be of interest to you. There's a know-it-all human brat who may or may not have information you seek, a semi-ancient dragon with great magical talents who may or may not be willing to train you, and two elves hailing from the land where you've set your destination." Black paused, not sure why he was offering any sort of help to this stranger--that was another things demons weren't supposed to do, yet he felt compelled to do anyway.<br/><br/>"Don't think I'm trying to help you here," he said, somewhat defensively. "We've gotten involved in<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>dangerous, and you'd likely be attacked if you were with us." He paused again as that annoying foreign thing called a conscience kicked in again, "... But if you want to have some company for a while before continuing your journey... I won't stop you from following me back."<br/><br/>Maybe Black just didn't like to see kids traveling alone; his own parents died on him pretty early. Either way, it was painfully obvious that he was trying to be nice and help out. That was why he didn't lie... he sucked at it.