Jaroslav crept a little further before he stopped, he then threw off his jacket to reveal a whole new outfit; he was equipped with a top hat this time—his old red jacket folding into itself behind him—he was now wearing a more night time friendly atire, it was pure black, with a deep crimson ascot tie, white of his skin the only light contrast to the night. It was drastically the same as the old, but less starchy, with less squeaky shoes. He then turned around and pulled out a scepter that was merely a stick with a crystal ball on it, he then began his trek forward back to the sleeping demon, he was more than silent as he seemed to hover just above the crunchy grass. He saw the burrow and couldn't help but make a witty comment in his head as he looked down at her—it wouldn't be this easy if she wasn't so tired—he didn't know when she'd get her power back, so it was no time like the present. The orb began to glow as he mumbled a few words in Latin, mixed with his native tongue—Slovakian.<br/><br/>(How do you feel about a little minor kid napping? Trust me, she'll be safe.)