Shizuru winced slightly at the shrill scream and held up a hand, "Damn! Knock it off, would you? Contrary to popular belief, not all demons enjoy screaming. Settle down." She stuck her hands in her pockets as the odd man stepped up before her, as if protecting the girls. He had an odd look about him. Suddenly, it hit her. Shizuru tilted her head slightly, "Ooh, you must be the other one those two girls talked about, huh? Wow. They're pretty lucky tonight, aren't they? No ravening hellbeasts just yet. Well, aside from the ghouls I took care of." She absently smoothed out her shirt a moment and smiled, "But those don't really count, right? They're small time." She pressed a hand to the Sphinx's shoulder and brushed passed him, heading into the kitchen. "Relax, fella, I didn't do anything to them. Nothing a little therapy won't cure anyway. But that's the price you pay for tinkering around with magic."<br/><br/>She strolled to the girl in the kitchen and swiped a potato chip from the bag. Shizuru popped it into her mouth, chewed, then spat it out, sticking her tongue out. "Blech! So salty. How can you stand these things? I remember mortal food being better than this." The demoness brushed crumbs off her tie and cocked her head in the man's direction again, "Didn't I hear something about you cooking? When is that happening? I'd love a good meal. You know how things are in the underworld." Shizuru was an odd demon, to be sure. So mellow and seemingly unimpressed with everything that was going on, yet behind her eyes was a fire that spoke volumes. The little gleam in her eyes said she wasn't afraid to get tough if things came to it. It said that she could flip on the rage like a switch and lash out if need be. It said that one had better stay on her good side.. or else.