Syra kept playing with her wisp. She had always been able to do magic. She had been able to mostly control the magic since she was little. As she got older the controlling of the magic got easier. She wasn't going to be easy to use. Even if she was mind bogglingly simplistic....which she wasn't. She wasn't going to give up on this demon prince either. She was going to be friends with him. Whether or not he liked it. She had recently decided that it didn't matter to her whether he thought her a friend or not. In her mind they were. They were very much friends. Maybe it was a crazy way of thinking but if he was going to be in Gabriel he was going to have to put up with her. Her and her...eccentricities.<br/><br/>She shrugs a bit as he said the word questioningly. "So I see. Why else would you run around inside an archangel? I mean...your a demon. Sure it enables you flight and to spy upon the world. I really don't see the point. Expecially when you know someone who could help you so much greater than being in the body of an angel." She kept walking. Leading him towards wherever her feet were leading her. She shrugs a bit. "Whatever. I don't see what you could possible see in a bunch of morons."<br/><br/>She looks at him. "Because according to Gabriel and demons I've encountered...I'm the most powerful magic user since Merlin the Great. More powerful from what Gabby has said." She looks ahead and keeps walking. "Besides which...old man has some demon blood in him somewhere. Thus easily and willingly made into a house. Bastard craves power and would sell his soul to the devil just to live another day. I hate the bastard." She says with a growl. Her eyes flashed with magic and she was surrounded by a visual aura of magic. Her fists clenched as she then shook her head. "Bastard is lucky he isn't worth my time to kill him. I'd make sure he suffered for everything he did to me." She says. Walking still.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Jace looks at her. Nodding his head as he listened. He couldn't see her even as he looked at her. He went back to staring blindly straight ahead. He listened. "What do you make yourself be Bree?" He asks. Curious about that. "You are made by others to be what you are...what do you make yourself to be?" He says. Smiling a bit. Walking further and comes to the field of wild oats and wheat. Taking her through it. He kept walking as he fell silent. Just thinking for the time being. He nodded his head as she spoke. "So you have no hobbies? No interests? No things you like to do or collect? We will have to change that then." He says with a smile. He shakes his head and lead the way still. "Physical. Mental. Spiritual. Sensing." He says truthfully. "I train my body to physically be strong. I train my mind to make up for my lack of sight. I spiritually train to better myself. To better my heart and soul." He pauses. "I train my senses to be more aware. To learn to master and survive in the world with one sense less than the others."</span>