<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: teal">She listens to his rambling for a little too long, ignoring it for the majority. She expected more of this annoying jabber, since this demon appeared to be a very talkative one, but seriously? If there was a worse possible thing she could have been paired up with right now, she didn't want to know. When he finished, she was a bit frozen to the spot, her eyes holding a rather intense hatred and disgust at his question regarding the Warden's status. With a small scowl, she closed her eyes. "Single and taken at the same time," She growled. "She's like a prostitute. Different guys all the time. Doesn't even try to conceal her 'fun' in that office though, so I always have to distract the kids while she's being an idiot."<br/>This was one of those moments she couldn't restrain herself from talking more. Getting into rants about that woman were all too easy. <br/><br/>She pries her arm away from his absurd poking and 'cutie pie' ridicule, completely brushing the subject over her shoulder as though it had never happened. She would find a way to conceal her feelings. If she fooled herself, then she could fool him, as well. And if she did figure out how to do that, she could inwardly laugh at how he thought he knew what she was feeling and thinking. That would be magical. As he gazes down at his suitcase, she pauses for a moment, almost lost in thought as she looks at it too. For Isra had been pondering over what a demon might have hidden in a suitcase. Not that she needed to care, though. It looked like any other suitcase- she would leave it at that.<br/><br/>When Lancier questioned her breaking of the rules, she rolled her eyes and clenched a fist to release her stored irritation. "I always need to tell newcomers the rules. Doesn't mean I'm telling you to obey them. Break them when you want or how you want, it's none of my concern. You're a demon anyway. You don't follow rules." Her icy gaze finally drifts back to him. "And go ahead and get me in trouble with the Warden," Her eyes narrowed, "There's nothing I can't handle from that monstrosity."<br/>His mention of the lifespan of humans was a curious thing. To her, living to about 70 years was enough in this messed up world. Being immortal would suck, in her opinion, for there would be no dying. She figured you might get bored easily, or just want a change of pace. When there's nothing left, then what do you do? Get stuck doing the same things forever? And to top it off, having a 'shorter' life meant having a motive to achieve things in that time. It gives you a purpose, for some. For others, it means peace of mind that one day you can finally be at rest, wherever you go. It had even occurred to her at one point that those with longer or immortal lives might even be more afraid of death than humans were, for humans would be so used to it. They appreciate life more. <br/><br/>Isra shook her head to chase away the momentary thoughts. This wasn't the time to try and be philosophical or anything. Instead she focuses on his placement. With a light glare, she replies, "Even a monkey would make for a better roommate than you." Then her spine stiffened. Calling the children weak and dumb... she felt a strange burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. Was it rage? She did get protective of the children, after all. But that statement meant he clearly understood nothing about emotions or especially human children. <br/>"Weak and dumb... looking out for them doesn't weaken them. It keeps them from getting killed." She said lowly, obviously ticked off. "If no one protects them, they'll be dead within a few months. But you wouldn't understand how vulnerable a human child is, Lancier. They grow up according to their surroundings. If no one protects them now, they grow up with hatred. They could turn abusive. Go into depression later in life. I don't want them ending up like me- a shell of their formal selves, wishing for death to end the memories that haunt them in their sleep. And no, it's not just another human thing. Not all humans would care enough. But you're a demon- you thrive off of death and despair. So don't question the things you won't ever understand." She finished firmly. <br/><br/>As he raises his hand and says his next words, Isra's eyes glinted wearily. Exchanges were usually never good. "What do you want...?" She questioned, hesitation hidden behind those words. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know.</span></div>