He watches her intently, taking in every aspect of her looks.. her emotions, her reactions. So far he likes what he sees. He's putting on his most confident stride, his most darkest yet charming smile and though she seems on edge she hasn't tried to run away or anything.. which impresses him a fair amount more then he expected, he nods to himself. A single and decisive nod as he thinks to himself. 'yes, he is indeed the one that I need.. she is indeed the one!' his heart skips a beat and he feels happier now, he hasn't felt this way in a very long time. In truth he had his doubts about this human and he often wondered if she was the one. After all a demon must pick his servant carefully, because they will bare his mark and be bounded to him for as long as he shall live. That is why it took him so long to make his move, because he needed to be sure. There could be no room for doubt, since almost forever is such a long time.<br/><br/><br/>Despite how ready he was for this moment, her reaction shocked him. Her frown, her movements to go past him. And her flat tone, none of these he was expecting at all. “huh?” he utters, tilting his head in puzzlement. “why aren't you freaked out?” he asks slowly, mind racing as old insecurities enter his mind. 'you are simply not man enough, nor are you demon enough.' his father once told him bluntly and flatly, and that hurt Lancier for a very long time. He moves back in front of her, though this time he's closer. “let's try this again, shall we?” he says as he starts to walk forward, pursing his lips in thought. “though I suppose that I can skip this and head strait to the part where I make you my servant..”<br/><br/>with a sudden burst of snake like inhuman speed, he grabs her right hand tightly in his. His skin is rather cold to the touch and he's surprised that she's warm, though humans are strange.. he keeps telling himself that, refusing to believe that demonkind might be stranger.<br/><br/>“I'm afraid I cannot let you go any farther then this, my little friend.” he says smoothly, keeping her in his gaze at all times.. the same way a snake might watch a rabbit, calculating and calm. Lancier's chest barely rises and falls, he blinks only now and then. Shredding down the things that would make him act more human he starts to rely on his more demonic functions, he wants to gaze her reaction. “you see, my little friend.. I am in a bit of a pickle, as your kind would say and I need your help.” his eyes move up and down her form as he looks for any tell tale signs of a religion or hidden pockets, or maybe even some gum he could 'borrow.' “..and I need your help, even if you are not willing to give it..”<br/><br/>“I have being watching you for a while, little friend.. for quite a while, and I have deemed you worthy of being my servant for as long as I shall live. I know a lot about you, I know things that you'd rather not let others know about..” he smiles a little. “I also know that you are armed, but I wouldn't recommend you stabbing me.. since you will end up being hurt, not I.” as he spoke his mark started to burn into her hand, the one that he is clasping tightly.<br/><br/>“my name is Lancier Silencia, and you my little friend are to be my cute little servant.. you will teach me all about your world and customs, and if you please me with your wit and personality.. I might just find some goodness in my heart to let you go and terminate the bound that has now being forged between us so you can carry on with your sad little life.. but if you try to fight me, I will make your life a living nightmare without a second thought..” he smiles even wider now. “you are most fortunate, my little friend.. after all, very few humans get to meet one of my kind.. let alone are given a chance of a life time that could last..” his lips part and his sharp fangs glint. “almost forever..”<br/><br/>(is all this okay? :] )