The mistress nods, pleased to hear the many different languages. "I suppose we'll have to teach you Abyssal, then. Many are the demon who refuses to speak in the common tongues, which means you'll need to speak their language." She cocks her head, somewhat curiously, at the question, giving a slight, wistful sigh. "It's... difficult to say. Everyone experiences them differently. Mine feel like... like warm blood, singing through my veins, rushing through my body, making me feel alive and free," she says, her eyes closed, a look of pleasure on her face, still smiling even as she focuses back on reality. "So, yes, it might be normal for you," she finishes. "Now... are you any good with a weapon, do you know? Or skilled with any different kinds of weapons?"