Shizuru broke the silence, "You probably are her ancestor. You're both very soft-spoken and very beautiful." She let the compliment hang in the air as she took Miyu's hand and pulled the girl over to cuddle up with her as they lay there in the grass, the demoness slipping her arm around the little dancer's shoulders. It was certainly a bold gesture, but it should be obvious that Shizuru was a bold kind of demon. Bold but... kind-hearted, in her own way. Shizuru felt a connection to Miyu. She knew it was because of the summoning, but she did like this girl. She was cute. Were the circumstances different, she'd probably be long gone by now. She'd have summoned a bike or stolen a car and been out, experiencing the thrill of speeding down an open highway. Yet here she was, snuggling up with the short, cute little dancer. She was drawn to her.