Name: Deejay<br/>Tags: Demona, Sila, Jugo, the bar<br/><br/>Deejay turns her head slightly towards Demona as the succubus tongue-lashes the vampire. She's a bit surprised at Demona's apparent history with this guy. At least Deejay is clear enough right now to think straight, not respond with the unpredictable fury elementals have such a reputation for.<br/><br/>Of course, that reputation might be less-deserved if they weren't constantly being summoned and bound into impure forms.<br/><br/>But she's also a bit worried. She gave the vampire a firm "No." with solid reasons, but she didn't insult him. Well, perhaps 'old one,' but that, at least, was questionable as to whether it was respectful, insulting, or simply a statement of fact. And as to the relationship she had had with the Brotherhood, there was no denying that it had been slavery...<br/><br/>That was simple honesty.<br/><br/>"Don't know if we want to start a fight here, Dee." the elemental murmurs very quietly, letting one of her watery ponytails drag and rest lightly over Demona's shoulder. Her surface rippled with shifting tension. "But thanks."<br/><br/>She doesn't respond further to Jugo, though frost curls and writhes in an ever-shifting lacework of white gossamer along the water shaping her currently talon-like left hand and forearm, breaking and reforming as the currents within her liquid being swirl and shift. She does, however, tip her head slightly towards Sila. "Sucks to be popular sometimes, doesn't it?"