Lancier can feel her rage acutely now the bound between them has being forged, he can almost taste her rage. He smiles a little and resists the urge to lick the air and sample the feelings that circle around her, for her rage is like fine wine that he wants to sample. But not yet, not yet. Unlike his twin brother- the family favourite- he was gifted with almost saintly patience. Lancier will wait for anything that's worth the wait, the longer he waits however the more dangerous he becomes. He may be unique from his brethren in many ways, but a demon is still a demon no matter what.<br/><br/>He notices her look of disbelief and lack of amusement, he tilts his head a little as he watches her reaction. “do not blame me for it's lack of originality..” he grumbles, having the grace to look very embarrassed. “my kind are not known for their creativity in the arts and bountiful imaginations.. unless we are killing, maiming, or torturing.” he adds as he frowns a little at her. “your fear..” he says slowly. “is very hard to sense.. I can just about feel it.. are you not afraid?” he asks slowly, softly. For a few moments something in his demeanour changes and in that moment he could quite easily pass as a normal human boy, at least in personality anyway.. in looks he'd still be mistaken as a die hard anime otoku, who has a weird sense of cosplay. The moment fades as fast as it came and Lancier's personality quickly reverts back to the demon that he is.. the demon who is in control.<br/><br/>Lancier wonders if this was all to much for the girl, she looks as though she's in deep thought. Maybe he over did it with the dramatic entrance and long soliloquies, still her head hasn't exploded which as far as he's concerned is a good thing. He often remembers being told as a child that when humans were overloaded with almost incomprehensible information like the secret of life, or some other thing that demons and Angels know.. their mortal heads explode from the pressure of trying to understand, they die like moths that fly blindly to the flame. Relentlessly fluttering after knowledge for years, only to discover it and as soon as they grasp it. It destroys them, extinguishes them. Demons don't have this issue, because demons are very incurious creatures- his father not withstanding- they like things to stay the same. They remain content in ignorance, blissfully unaware. A demon's life is a very long and often brutal one, so instead of seeking out answers they seek out fun and pleasure. They never ask questions, they never wonder about existing because they are content to simply 'be.' this is why Lancier likes humans, they seek answers even if they may not like them.<br/><br/>Lancier flinches slightly when she shakes her head, thinking for a split second that she was wrong and she might actually explode. 'not on the outfit!' he thinks franticly. 'or my shoes! These are the only things that remind me of home and I don't want to get your filthy human blood and bodily fluids on them! Blood stains are so hard to wash and flying heads hit hard when they impact..' he doesn't say any of this, of course. He won't make the mistake he made with the demons that he thought were his friends. He would not show his true self, he could not risk being hurt again..picked on because he was different, he would not show weakness in front of her.. he would not show his true face, because of the shame he'd feel. Lancier has resolved to be the ideal demon now, since he has things that are even weaker then himself to pick on now. No one ever has to know the truth and it's jaded whispers.<br/><br/>“that's pretty creepy of you..” he murmurs when she suddenly goes calm, he eyes her thoughtfully. “are you.. normal for your kind? Last time I checked you humans didn't have that kind of iron willed control over your thoughts and feelings.. though you do remind me of someone, which disturbs me slightly.” he adds as he gazes into her eyes, looking for signs of anything that could hint that she's something other then a human. But he finds nothing, nothing at all. He has no choice but to concede that humans have changed a lot since his brother Melkya studied them and wrote an essay about them on the request of their father. In the demon world it was the year of Blood Stained wings, that would have made it about 1478 in the human world. 'Maybe it wasn't just the clothing that changed..' he muses silently.<br/><br/><br/>Lancier looks offended. “what do you mean you don't care?! Are you touched by the Gods or something? I am a Demon, your worst nightmare!” he seethes. “and I am unfamiliar with your strange sarcasm, because it has changed over the course of human life!” he calms himself down. “you speak of will, but mark my words well.. you may have will, but you do not have FREE will any more. Every choice you make, everything you do will be ordained by me and me alone! So while you have the will to think of your foolish freedom- though I will also crush that in time- you will obey my orders.” he narrows his eyes as she cranes her head up. “yours is not to question, your place is only to obey. I cannot tell you because it will compromise things..” he says evasively.