<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Office<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Shizuru, Jack<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Marc chuckled softly at the demoness' attitude and adjusted his jacket. He knew she couldn't just make things easy for him. "If I was really all that concerned about using demon blood dangerously, I wouldn't have to ask for yours," he told her, his veins flaring bright orange for a moment beneath his skin, as if fire had briefly filled his veins. Really, when one considered the nature of demonic blood, fire would be a much less dangerous substitute. "I would just rather not step down to the club yet, so it would be more convenient if you would share some of yours. As a matter of fact, I'll make it one of your two jobs. You won't have to help out with my defense, then," he suggested, turning her denial around on her.<br/><br/>"Anyway, you know there are more dangerous people than me in this city, and not all of them are going to be so friendly to you. I know you don't like it, but eventually you'll have to join up somewhere or be overpowered and taken apart. If you do things my way, you'll get a chance to land the first blow."