(aww, thank you :] )<br/><br/><br/><br/>Lancier swears she has some kind of mental check list that she's ticking off as this evening goes on, and that makes him edgy. 'how many humans have a check list with annoy a demonic presence on their list?' he thinks to himself. 'surely that cannot be normal in any way or form!' he's still seething but keeping himself in check, he is better then his brothers.. at least that is what he keeps telling himself so he can justify his actions. He has to find at least some way to justify something that is an abnormality to his own kind. Soon though things will be different, there will be no need for justification..<br/><br/>Lancier wonders if he's over stepped his mark and played his hand to soon. He will not be responsible for his actions if she laughs at him, he will not be held accountable. Though Lancier would never admit it, he'd just cry if she laughed at him. After all, if he cannot make a human fear him.. if something as low in strength as a human can laugh at him like he's little more then a child.. what chance does he have with his own kin? He has none. He watches her intently and then realises that some thing’s changed in her, something he's done or said has actually hit home! Lancier resists the urge to congratulate himself on the spot, for a moment he thought he was going to lose the battle of wills to this human. He supresses the urge to smirk, he doesn't want her to know that he knows that he's won. After all, where would the fun in that be?<br/><br/>He's startled at himself for thinking those thoughts, that's very unlike him. It's more like his twin brother to think in that way. Lancier feels a painful memory flash through his mind, threatening to consume him. Outwardly Lancier doesn't show the struggle he's having with a memory that just won't die. Lancier hates memories, hates them he wishes that he could forget them all, and he would give anything and everything to forget this one. How cruel life is to make him remember it, and he'll remember it  for as long as he lives..<br/><br/>He grits his teeth ever so slightly and blocks the memory from his mind before it can flourish, like a gardener trimming an unsightly hedge he franticly hacks at the memory with other less painful memories so it cannot take hold. He feels a small bead of sweat run down the back of his neck and uses his free hand to rub it away. He needs to try and talk, he needs to try and distract himself right now. “tell me..” he says with some effort. “do you believe in religion? From my understanding there are still so many human religions.. in fact they seem to be on the rise, yet I have also noticed that there are more humans that no longer believe in such things.. can you tell me why that is, I am very curious because life for humans now is better then what it was in shall we say.. The Dark Ages. I would have thought that humans would be more thankful to their Gods because of this life, yet humans seem more distanced from faith then ever before.” he knows that he might be rambling a bit, but this topic does interest him and he needs something to talk about..plus he may be able to use it to his advantage. “I notice you wear no religious items upon your form.”<br/><br/>He notices that when his wings come out, when he shouts.. there is a change in her feelings, he can now sense her fear and though it is faint.. he can taste it, he can almost see it's thin tendrils floating around her. He admires that she's tried to keep it at bay, he respects how she very nearly fooled him by hiding it. Her faint fear that she cannot suppress has smothered his insecurities and froze his dreaded memory in it's advance, now he feels strong. He feels empowered, he feels like a Demon. When she opens her mouth and cannot find her voice, he smugly smirks like a cat who has a bird between it's claws. He gazes at her, his eyes glint in delight and pleasure as he chuckles a little. 'check mate, human.. I have won this round!' he thinks to himself, arrogantly confident now.. yet still cautious in case she has a trick up her sleeve.. or a dagger.<br/><br/>He notices that her eyes widen, her body stiffens and her fists clench and unclench. “oh..” he purrs. “you didn't know? It's logical that the demon gets the soul of the human when the human dies, this is why when a human forges a willing bond with a demon the demon laughs like hell on the inside.. of course when a bond is forged willingly, a demon eats the human's soul.. since our bond was not willing on your part, I have something special in mind for you..” he grins, sharp teeth glinting. “and you cannot break the bond, no one can.. other humans won't even be able to see it, and if any other demons are around.. they'll see it alright, but they won't help you because you are mine.. it's just good manners..” he smirks and leans forward. “only I can break our bond.”<br/><br/>He smirks even more. “you don't like that, do you? You don't like the thought of leaving those children? Well I am a merciful master to such a cute girl like you, and as long as you obey.. I will not drag you away from those children, but I bet you are wondering.. how is our 'contract' or bond going to work if you're in there? Well it's simple..” he waves his freehand and a bunch of papers appear, a quick glance through them would show that they're everything a young person needs to be sent to the orphanage.  Lancier waves his free hand over his face and the papers vanish as though they were never there. “tomorrow you will have a new person come to the place you detest most, and this new person could become your best buddy or greatest foe...”<br/><br/>He smiles as she lows her head and her shoulders slump, he slides his finger under her chin and tilts her head up. “I'm glad you understand, this could be the start of a most... enlightening friendship.” he chuckles.<br/><br/>He realises her wrist and steps back. “I give you permission to go, and don't forget about our little talk..”