"Disa," he echoes with a grin, committing the name to memory. "Got it, thanks." He cheerfully obliges the woman by staring at the proffered cleavage, not that doing so was any great hardship. For one, he would rarely pass that kind of opportunity up, and for two the more easily Disa felt she could manipulate him, the better for now; never seem as smart as you are was a good working principle. "Mortal as anything, and nothing but 100% human blood as far back as I've ever been able to find out about my ancestors," he murmurs, enjoying the little show and telling the... oni? What it was she wanted to hear. "Several of my warriors and mages here aren't, but even so, where we come from humans aren't particularly uncommon let alone wiped out for years. You see, wer'e... not from around here," he says delicately. When the oni lets her guard down, he slowly steps forward, holding her gaze. "I've heard we taste good too," he says, "But for obvious reasons, I'd hardly know, would I? I tend to not bother eating people. It just makes my mouth hurt, even if it does feel good. Nothing against predators, of course, I've known quite a few I was comfortable with letting have a taste- obviously none I was comfortable with having more, or I wouldn't be here, would I? No matter how tempting a pretty body might be, I'd rather not become part of another one so early in life," he keeps up the patter, watching Disa's eyes for the small, instinctive reactions that tell him how he's being received- and gives her a little flash in his eyes when he sees her tongue. Just to keep her properly interested.<br/><br/>"You see, everything you just said, about an eternal war, about the divines, abyssals, all those- I haven't the foggiest what you're talking about. There's been skirmishes where we came from- which is also called Londovall- but nothing you say has happened where we are. We were investigating a well- a source of magical energy- when we were drawn here. So you see," he spreads his hands, "The answer is that we, sadly, aren't working for your employers- but neither are we working for your employers' enemies. Will that do to keep a truce for now? While we figure out what exactly is going on, and how we can go home?" He kept up the little flirtatious game. After all, she was attractive, and if you'd asked Johan 'When is it inappropriate to flirt with someone?' the man would have had to take a few minutes to try to understand the question, let alone answer it.