Dementia only grinned at what the woman had to say about him at first. It even elected a chuckle, a that had the dark, sinister bass that amplified his sinfully seductive voice...all wrapped up like a present to give to a child, but you knew was filled to the brim with poison. He lifted a hand up only to adjust his tie underneath his dress vest and said,"You do me too much kindness, my lady...I haven't been called those in millennia...often times it's like I was forgotten as a God, though me, and I assume you've heard of my brother, have gave this boring world the blessing of having us around...making sure everything is always constantly changing."<br/><br/>He seemed as if he had went to a far off world. He had held many names. Dementia, Paranoia, Envy, Greed, Plague...all that lovely bunch, plus more, had been many labels that had been placed upon him. He wasn't one that was much for names, but hey...you just -had- to have one back in those days. Get a name they said, it's fun they said, it's easier for everyone else they said...but really, why did he have to care? But...that was for a later time...<br/><br/>The Demon Lord let his arms rest in his lap as he crossed his legs, his hands coming together by locking fingers and letting the thumbs tap against each other. The lights in the room reflected off of his pale, milky skin and his sunglasses, only his disturbing, sharp teeth shown as his thin lips smiled, exposing a smile that only a mother could love...if he even had a mother. He allowed it all to sink into her, relishing in her confusion and fear...and chuckled more as he detected the woman sucking in magic from the gems around her. Oh she was quite the treat...he hoped that she wouldn't do anything that would make him want to kill her...<br/><br/>He let his hands let go of each other as he spread his arms, tilting his to the side as he said,"Go ahead and say no, if you wish. Though, the master didn't -specifically- said how alive you had to be when I delivered you...I'm sure he'll be satisfied with a stump torso with a head on it...so long as you're able to think and talk, I'm sure he doesn't care. He might even like a new coat made from your feathers." He spoke so casually as he caught the attention of one of the waitresses and said,"Please, would you be a dear and call security...I believe that man that was just about singing in the honor of our most generous, gracious hostess was stealing from the dazzled crowd...it should really be checked into." The girl looked to W'ineton as if she wondering whether or not she had permission to do so before going to find the nearest active bouncer.<br/><br/>As she did, Dementia looked back to Winnie, his hands back to their past position,"Now where was I? Ah yes, still waiting for your answer. I do hope that you will be quite tact with your decision...I'm sure my master would<i>adore</i>to have an answer as soon as possible. If you'd accept, I'm sure he would allow you to come back to this..." He let one hand to come up and motion to around them before coming back down,"-<i>wonderful</i>....establishment. Though, even the slums of the heartland of His empire would outshine this dump of a city...be incredibly helpful, and I'm sure he would help you...expand, your decadent empire...maybe even help you form a criminal one...make friends in high places, and you could be invincible, the most powerful person in this whole, desolate world...asides from the Kaiser, of course."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>