The demons words were met with a shocked look as Soanala<em>never</em>thought she would get a lecture on such from such a creature. "What? I can't believe<em>you</em>of all beings would say such a thing. And I'm not seeing how kissing his corpse is an act of mercy. A kind a symbolic gesture perhaps, but what aid does that provide to someone who's been charred to death?"<br/><br/>She'd encountered demons and the demonic a few times as she seized her freedom from that hated black dragon in her past and none of them cared anything for mercy or respect for anything other than themselves. Ruthless, murderous, and utterly despicable as those creatures were, it was quite a shock to see otherwise with one of their kin. Or was it just an act? She was not well-versed in the workings and abilities of fiends and so the mention of expecting a meal confused her. Did she mean their souls?<br/><br/>"Another base?" She echoed in a surprised whisper. "Just how thick is the membership of these zealots?" In answer to the question, she smirked and answered simply, "What? Does the color of my scales suggest that I would not relieve them of their things? Every dragon has her hoard, yes? I may not spew poisonous gas and engage in acts of evil, but I'm still an adventurer and dragon both."