<span style="color: darkblue">"I don't have any feelings for him now you horned wench, I was young and impressionable when I first met him. At the time he was cold, silent, but always seemed to be there when someone needed an ear or a shoulder to cry on."</span><span style="color: purple">"So he hasn't actually changed at all from when he was younger? Interesting. To this day he still keeps his emotions and problems to himself but he's the first person to speak up when someone is feeling down. He's a nice guy but I don't see what about him would be attractive." </span><span style="color: darkblue">"You're a demon that feeds off lust, you couldn't understand even if you tried." </span>Elerona shrugged and snuggled up beside Susan. Claire folded her arms and leaned against the far wall, halfway vanishing into the shadows.<span style="color: darkblue">"The Hand was broken up long ago Nobody knows who did it but all of the leaders were found dead in their sleep and nobody dared step up so it all fell apart. Hardly, you deal with people through their heads, I deal with them through their rib cages... and I take offense to the term 'killer', I am a fixer. What I fix is entirely subjective and changes based on the client. I bet I could make a killing working in this city."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>