Misaki smiled at him. Seeing his demon form didn't scare her like she thought it would. She studied his form, taking note of all the scars she could see. The butterfly on her shoulder flew away and disappeared out the door. "Isn't that the whole point of this exercise though?" She asked with a laugh. "Boring our classmates with our life experiences and whatnot?" She rubbed her chest gently.<em>Damn phantom pains.</em>She thought in frustration.<br/><br/>"Since you're a demon, I need to ask you something." She said rather suddenly. "Is there something that demons want that they can only get from nymphs or something?" She asked. The few other demons she had met in her lifetime seemed to want something out of her. But she didn't know what that something was. Maybe now she could finally figure it out.