Syra looks at him. "I was kidding." she says. Rolling her eyes. She knew damn well he wasn't going to get out of it without new scars. Yet she was just trying to let him know she cared about him. Yet like a man he clearly didn't get the point. She sighs and shakes her head. She was ignoring Satanachia's darting eyes. She was at the moment lost in thought. Her barrier growing stronger with every second. Yet staying far enough away from Satanachia that it wouldn't risk possibly harming him. She was thinking back on something Gabriel said. And then even further back to things her mother had said. Trying to piece together why it was an angel of Gabriel's rank would be interested in keeping a mere human safe. It just didn't make sense. Lower ranking angels were usually used for guarding humans. Gabriel was one of the really high ranked angels. So why did he protect her...if she was a mere human? Why give her his second soul...to keep her alive? It just didn't make sense.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Damoen growls and glares at Satanachia. "You are a snake that needs eradicating." he says icily. "You would like that wouldn't you Satanachia? Hmm? To kill me off?" he smirks. "At least I know what my "daughter" really is." he says. Laughing. "And what her dear mother was." he reaches to the side for his own weapon. He pulls his blood stained sword out and blocks his opponents sword. Barely in time. He was quick yet it seemed to him the prince was faster. He scowls. "What happened to needing that angel's body to be in this realm?" he asks darkly. Slashing out at Satanachia in violent strikes.</span><br/><br/>Syra's attention snapped to Damoen when he said that about her and then about her mother. What was he talking about? Her mom was a witch. Slightly above human yet not angel or demon. She watches and barely saw Satanachia move. His sword though was the coolest blade she had ever seen. She can't wait to see how this was going to unfold.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Jace looks at her and smiles. "They all sound so pretty. And they are all so soft." he smiles and shakes his head. "Not at all. They are you pets. And that makes them special to you. Therefore that isn't boring me at all." he says softly. Wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. He strokes her hair softly. "So like silk." he says as he runs his fingers through her hair. "I like learning new things about you." he whispers into her ear. Kissing her lips softly. Making it so when he pulled away the kiss would leave a lingering feeling.<br/></span>