<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">"Keep your reminiscing to yourself, please." Isra replied curtly, eyelids dropping from annoyance. This early in the morning and already the day felt too long. His false timid persona was slightly troublesome- and also a bit ridiculous. She could tell form a mile away he had been lying the entire time with that whole act. But no one else studied people enough to recognize little flaws like that. Nonetheless, as long as it convinced Ms. Grishaw, hopefully there would be no trouble from her regarding the newcomer. Although a small part of Isra slightly was curious as to how the vile woman would react to a demon being in front of her. Maybe one day she'd get Lancier to test that out. A small smirk played on her lips before disappearing as quickly as it had come, forcing the amusement out of her system.<br/><br/>Upon hearing his remark, inside she felt something snap. Cutie pie? Seriously? That's what he was going with? ....And it was working. Such a comment drove her batshit up the belfry, to put it lightly. Cute. The one adjective that she hated most, and he had managed to upgrade it into something ten times worse. Blegh. On the outside, however, she struggled to keep the same bored face, 'ignoring' the fact it bothered her. He could probably just sense it though, much to her disappointment. There wouldn't be much hiding or pretending while this thing was around. <br/>"Those feelings go unrequited." She stated flatly. Then she paused in the middle of the hallway, having reached the third floor of the building in no time at all. Her arms folded across her chest as she turned to face him, staring him down without blinking much. For the average person it might have been a bit creepy.<br/><br/>"This is the top floor of the orphanage. AKA, my floor. The floorboards are weak and if you jump up and down a few times you'll probably crash right on down to the second floor. Manage to do that, you might even score a trip to the first floor, depending on your weight." Her words were crisp and fast, not exactly enthused about having to explain anything at all. He was a demon! For crying out loud, he should be able to figure the place out for himself. Nonetheless, there were some basics to attend to.<br/>"Here there is no disrupting the Warden while she's working in her office. If you disturb her she'll be cranky later, and hell knows we don't want that. No staying up later than ten o'clock at night. There is no leaving the orphanage without the permission of the Warden, nor will you be granted the opportunity to go to school or do anything else where she couldn't kick you in the ass for it shortly." She rolled her eyes slightly to the side. "Not that you need any of this information," she muttered. Then she cleared her throat and lowered her arms, jabbing a thumb in the direction of her room.<br/>"That would be my room. To be honest, there's only one bed left open in the orphanage, and that's the second one in my room." Her eyes narrowed. "But since you obviously won't be staying in my room, I've decided I'll be moving Michael up here. The kid gets into more trouble than anyone else around here, so I need to keep a close eye on him anyway. He has his own room on the second floor, so you'll get one all to yourself."<br/><span style="font-style: italic">That is, if Michael isn't too stubborn today...</span> She thought in slight anxiety. What if Michael refused to move? There would be nowhere to put this guy. Unless the roof counted. Did the roof count? Then again, it would be hard to explain to someone why a child was sleeping on the roof every night. As she pondered over some other options, she waited to hear his response to her instructions.</span></div>