<strong>Name:</strong>Shizuru<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Demon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>DCE HQ<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Enoch<br/><br/>Shizuru turned her gaze upon the human, her generally blank expression momentarily flashing to anger. She recovered quickly and shifted in her seat, holding her gaze on him for a few long moments. It was slightly unsettling.<strong>"That's twice now you're judging someone that you don't even know, human. First the dragon, now me. It's a foolish habit to get into, I can assure you that. I haven't lived for three thousand years by mouthing off to everyone I come across. I have trained with Miyamoto Musashi. I gave that same training to Tomoe Gozen. I've fought under warlords no less than Nobunaga. I have been present at countless historical battles, mistaken for a goddess by superstitious peasants, and my picture is actually in Japanese history textbooks. So, yes. I think I am due a little respect."</strong><br/><br/>She leaned back in her seat again, idly reaching up to adjust her shades. At least if she made a sweeping generalization about humans she'd have three thousand years of experience to back it up. While it was true that most demons were underhanded, traitorous, mindless brutes, it was unwise to judge something one had no knowledge of. She was learning a bit about Enoch, though. He was cocky, quick to judge, and most certainly a dead man after her partnership with the DCE was over if he kept annoying her. Shizuru might've had confidence in herself and her abilities, enough to demand respect, but she wasn't arrogant about it. She simply knew what she was capable of.