Lancier tilts his head as he watches her, he can sense that she's questioning her sanity, or lack of. Lancier wouldn't know what humans class as sane and what humans don't. In demonic eyes sanity and insanity are just vague concepts to demons. There is no point in them, there is no sense. That's the only thing that the demonic kind have got going for them. Many of the human social 'norms' don't apply to them, though Demons have their own social norms that most humans would blanch at. He does however think there may be something slightly wrong with her, he can sense it.. so many different thoughts all rushing around and bumping into each other. 'I wonder if this is what humans call a break down?' he wonders thoughtfully, when demons have a break down it's so much worse. He get's the impression that she cannot even hear him, which annoys him. He's not sure how much longer he'll be able to last in this world without his questions being answered.<br/><br/>Lancier notices that she's taking in what he's saying about the contract, the bond. Lancier suppresses the urge to laugh to himself, if she knew the exact reason as to why it is called a bound.. then she might just understand, but he has no wish to tell her. Like most of his kind he loathes the idea of giving away any information that could be used against him in the long run. Not that Lancier is threatened or intimidated by this human, for that would be a foolish thing indeed. In Lancier's case he wants to make sure that he's not accused of being weak, that and he just likes to keep things to himself. Lancier is a very cautious demon, growing up with three stronger brothers and one bossy and pampered sister made him that. He always had to be careful and tread lightly upon his feet, lest he lost said feet and would never be able to tread again. There is no love-not the human kind- among many demon families.. and his own family simply wasn't made for such ideas, no.. his father made that quite clear as he was growing up. 'Love is a foolish emotion,' Arakan- his father- had once flatly informed him. 'what is the point of loving something when you can destroy it, yes my son.. demons do love, we love to destroy anything and everything.. including our own children.'  so no, love was never an option.. never a get out of jail free card, he was never safe even around his family. That's why he had to be strong, to ward them off.<br/><br/>Lancier chuckles as she recoils from his touch and tosses her had to the side like a lion shaking it's mane, he notes the scowl on her face. “don't like that, huh? How strange.. I always thought that you humans were all touchy-feely save the unicorns and give peace a chance type creatures, yet I seem to be wrong. Honestly I swear that you humans are becoming more demonic as the generations go by.. which I find so beautifully ironic.” he vanishes into the shadows..<br/><br/>He chuckles softly as he hears her words and thinks.. 'wrong, you have me..'<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>He walks swiftly through the Shadows, humming and whistling a merry tune to himself. He gazes up at the sky with it's winking starts and winks back with a little grin on his face. “even you angels find this funny, huh?” he says softly as he heads through the park, gazing at everything in a new light. Suddenly the human world doesn't feel like such a cruel, dark and depressing place. He smiles and almost skips across the grass, listening to the sounds of the humans. He makes a detour to a late night take out and saunters in singing. 'I'm walking on bloodshine!' which is the demonic equivalent of 'I'm walking on sunshine!' he gazes thoughtfully at the list of food, ignoring the groans of the people behind him. “I'll have..” Lancier starts and the people behind him hold a collective breath as they wait for him to place his order. “err..no.. hang on, this looks good as well..” the crowd groans and Lancier glares at them. “do you mind? Some people are trying to order here!” he declares before turning back and grinning. “I know what I want now! I will have a hot dog!” when he's given the hot dog he gazes at it thoughtfully. “this does not look like a hot dog..” he says before taking a bite and pausing before chewing thoughtfully and slowly, after he swallows he says. “it's strange that your hot dog tastes like pork..” the cook/register guy groans. “just pay for it.” Lancier grins.”ah, yes, pay..” with his free hand he fishes through his pocket and pulls out a small tooth and sets it down. “this was one of my baby teeth, I trust this is more then enough!” he saunters out and one of the customers says. “aren't you going to stop him?” the man behind the counter shakes his head. “no..I'm..uh.. he's just a lunatic..” that and Lancier discovered the secret to the man's fast food success, dog meat.<br/><br/><br/>Lancier heads to the outskirts of town, licking his fingers to rid them of hot dog crumbs. He heads to a small shack with a beaming smile, he opens the old rusty door and grins. “I'm home, my babies! C'mon out! Papa's back!” he talks in the sickly sweet voice that many adults reserve for babies and animals. In the darkness there's a rustle and a strange clumping sound, a horrible stench fills the air. Any normal person would have ran by this stage, but Lancier is not normal. He crouches down and extends his hands, making a clicking sound with his tounge. “c'mon.. c'mon Rags, c'mon Stitches!” the silhouette of two cats form in the darkness, they slowly stalk out. “there's my pretty kitties!” he coos, the cats slump over.. losing limbs on the way. You see these are not normal cats, well they were.. but now they're zombie felines, brought back by Lancier out of love.. or morbid fascination. He walks over and scoops the rotting things up in his arms. “have my babies being good, 'ave you? Yes you have! Did you miss me? Yes you did, yes you did!” he carefully puts the cats back down and sews their limbs back on. “I have some bad news for you, my darlings..” the cats gaze at him blankly and he howls. “DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! It has to be done! I don't want to leave you.. but I must..I know I cannot leave you to starve.. so I must..” he sniffs sadly. “let you go..”<br/><br/>He opens the door for them and whispers sadly. “try not to starve, my darlings..” he watches them slowly crawl out with hideous mews. “I will be strong, no tears.. not yet..” he says, shutting his eyes and turning away. “I know you both don't want to go..” he says, unbeknownst that they darted off as soon as he turned his back on them. “so go on, get going.. I-I don't want the two of you any more!” he declares. “so just go!” he turns around slowly and gazes into the clearing, the only sign of the cats were the clumps of matted fur they left behind. “my poor babies..” he whispers, wiping his eyes quickly. “they didn't want to leave, they had to drag themselves away from me! DADDY MISSES YOU ALREADY!”<br/><br/>he sighs and walks back inside and cracks his neck left to right. “now.. the make over..” he waves his hand over his hair and it turns a light shade of blonde, he does the same to his eyes and they become a more human blue. He steps in front of the mirror and snaps his fingers, changing his outfit into a Victorian style one. “good evening, tarry with me a while dear lady?” he shakes his head and clicks his fingers again.. now he's in a hip hop outfit. “yo!” he says with a pose, he shakes his head and clicks his fingers. Now he's in a dress. “OHMYGOD!” He squeals. “darling, you look fabulous!” he shudders. “yeesh, that's like Mull..” he clicks his fingers again and he's wearing a causual outfit, he smirks and folds his arms. “take a good look around, cutie! Because your life's about to change!” he nods. Satisfied with himself he begins to laugh.