Nameless paused, his mouth starting to open to reply, before taking another good, hard, long look at her. She was in her natural form, small horns gracing her forehead, her large bat wings gently twitching as she lay on the bed, her tail twitching and wrapping around her thigh, a teasing display. It was hard to remember some times, with how helpful and enjoyable she was, that she was a demon. One bond to him and had to do whatever he said while he had her soulstone, but still a demon. "The lack of incidents is easy to explain. No one, no matter how enraged, is going to charge gleaming ranks of weapons with only broken boards or bottles. It is going to take something... much..."<br/><br/>He froze, blinking rapidly as he had the most amazing idea. "Thank you, Arixia, I need to talk to the red tomorrow."