Black frowned passively at the disguised dragon as he passed the weighted sword back to it original owner. They locked eyes and the demon could almost feel the man probing inside him, examining him and searching for answers.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"So...Black is it? Why is it you let this...weakling... order you around? I imagined that one with your knowledge should be in charge of the human, not the other way around."</span><br/><br/>Black blinked slowly then offered his answer. "I cannot be in charge," he said with a slight shake of his head. "I am not a leader, and I have little initiative to do much of anything. Also... this "weakling" happens to be very resourceful, and he's gotten his hands on something I want. I agreed to help him with something he wants, so I can get what I want. That is all."<br/><br/>Ijemaru noticed that Black's speech patterns had become more formal, almost like he was establishing himself in some way. Also, once again, he'd avoided lies. Though he didn't willingly agree to help out the human, the instant the seal was forced on him, those were the terms that had been decided. Still though, something in the dragon's statement upset him slightly, and he felt the need to clarify.<br/><br/>"One with<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>knowledge?" the human asked, eyes narrowed, "I think you're underestimating<span style="font-style: italic">me</span>a little." He would leave it at that for now. There was much more he could say, but most of it he oughtn't.<br/><br/>The dragon man then kindly admitted that he'd been eavesdropping on them and allowed them to see his true form. Admittedly, after meeting Kyralae, Ijemaru had thought he'd gotten used to the sight of dragons, but this one was much larger. For some reason, the human still wasn't scared so much as interested. It was some mental state bestowed by having an ancient demon as a familiar and being completely confident in his ability to manipulate a situation to his liking that allowed him to be one of those people who could literally laugh in the face of danger... That would probably get him killed some day. Black hoped soon.<br/><br/>Drake assured the party that he wouldn't eat them, then was kind enough to recommend a suitable inn to them. Black's attention was caught, especially, when the dragon offered to use a spell to change Kyralae's appearance. He wondered how he would make her look? Like a human, an elf? The vast majority of of creatures all sort of blended into a single appearance for each race in his eyes-- possibly because demons always came out so shockingly different. Still though, while his sense of smell wasn't extraordinary by most demon standards, it was keen enough to help him tell people apart once he learned their scent. He would surely be able to pick out Kyra in a crowd even if she did accept Drake's offer.