To say Lancier's face lit up about the warden's sexual promiscuity was something of an understatement, he looked like a child at Christmas. “really? You know, we demons see that as a very good quality in a women and actively look for it in a wife.” he carefully smooths his hair into place, forgetting about his suit case of things and the Book for a few moments. “does she have a type?” he asked hopefully. He thinks of his twin brother thoughtfully, knowing that Gladius would never have asked such a question and forced his way into the life of the person of interest.. whether he was his type or not. Lancier's expression dims a little before he pauses. “why do you have to distract them? I suppose that's just another difference between our races.” he sighs.<br/><br/><br/>Lancier smiles in evident amusement when she pries her arm away. He turns his attention back to the suitcase and bites his lip slightly in evident nervousness, or maybe even fear. For a few moments Lancier seems totally and utterly lost in thought. He clears his throat. “sometimes I regret the things I do, even demons make mistakes..only when we make mistakes we run the risk of ruining our lives, and our family reputation..” he says this more to himself them Isra. “but bringing the Book has being my biggest blunder yet, not even father could control its power or even sate its rage..”<br/><br/><br/><br/>her words bring him back to reality, he tilts his head a little. “so, by that logic it's okay for me to do what the hell I want while I'm here? I'm assuming one of the rules is don't burn the place down or kill anyone, so if I'm getting this conversation right then I'm pretty much welcome to.. set the place a light and kill someone, while framing the whole thing on you I might add, and you really wouldn't care?”<br/><br/><br/>The demon pauses when he notices her thinking about something. “I have two questions for you!” he declares suddenly, holding put two fingers as though he's empathising the thing he's asking. “number one.. how old is the average human lifespan? And what's it like to be mortal? It must be nice in someways, we demons are trapped in..” he waves his hands vaguely. “..a never ending cycle until we are killed. We do not thrive or evolve, we are the same now as we were when we first came to be. Our life is just an endless road, marked only by the violence and pain we inflict on others.”<br/><br/><br/>The insult doesn't work on him, in fact he doesn't even know he's being insulted. “what's a monkey? Is it like a cat?” he asks hopefully, looking hopeful at the prospect of more cat like creatures. In fact Lancier is currently playing with the idea of getting a new feline pet, only this time he'll look after it when it's alive instead of reanimating already dead cats. Lancier feels a pang of sorrow as he thinks of his precious babies, all alone and starving.. well.. maybe not starving since they don't need to eat.. but who will look after them, now?!<br/><br/><br/>There is nothing malicious or mocking in Lancier's gaze as she explains about the children, gone is the smirk he had when he claimed about them being weak. Instead he looks puzzled and somewhat sad. “you're right, I don't understand.. but I only do not, because most demon children grew up in the way you try to protect them from. Even I, I who hail from the most important family in the demon realm.. was not protected by anyone, except..” Lancier trails off sadly and adds. “..by him.. and he suffered for it.” Lancier spreads his hands, palms out. “most demon children grew up in hatred and fear, pain and sorrow.. and it was often dealt by the hands of our direct kin, and yet we are strong because of that.. now look at me, do you think that I became a hollow shell?” he clears his throat. “and you are not hollow ether, in fact you care to much.. if you were hollow, you would not care about anything- even the children.” a sneer spreads on his lips. “not all demons thrive off such things.. only those in my father's generation, and a few in my own do.. but some of us don't, we want to be accepted for who we are.. but if even un-complex beings are stereotyping us, then we will never belong anywhere.. by all means, protect those children if you must.. be their crutch.. but when something happens to you, what will become of them? Our way is brutal, but at least we learn to never rely on others and we stand upon our own two feet.” he sighs. “but..” his expression reverts back to that carefree look. “..what do I know? I'm just a sad, sad little demon.”<br/><br/><br/>Lancier smiles evily as he announces. “every Sunday night you must tell me everything you can about your world! I want to know everything!”