White robes rustle slightly as she turns, feeling as if eyes were upon her. Her wings flutter slightly, instinctively moving to curl about herself, until her gaze fell upon he who spied upon her. For a moment she could not move, so strange was it that the red eyes of the demon did not fill her heart with disgust or dread.<br/><br/>One brow lifts, her chin follows until her demeanor was one of proud courage, though inside her heart started to beat faster, and her damned wings kept trying to close around her betraying her emotions.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was to prove to herself that she was not afraid, perhaps to prove toherself that she was not curious at all about the demon who looked so boldly at her. Or perhaps it was somethng else all together, but whatever it was did not change the fact that it was a bad idea.<br/><br/>Geneve started towards him rather then away, crossing that invisible line that seemed to divide the two factions. Several Angels stopped what the wre doing to openly stare, but none tried to stop her. It was, after all a place of neutrality..there weer no laws here to prevent her from passing...only tradition.<br/><br/>She continued to glide across the floor, the heat in the room seeming to rise as she passed demons, with barely a flinch. None would dare try and touch her in this place, though they might have loved to have gotten their hands upon her outside of such bounds. Through it all she kept her gaze upon the demon with the yellowed horns, and when she neared she threw her wings back to lay flat to her back, a gesture of ease and comfort rather then suspicion and protection. She does not speak...simply stares.