The half-demon looked at the spirit that formed from the sword, and smiled as Yomi leaned down to pet it. "I see..." He glanced at his own blade, still tucked away in it's sheath. There was still much about this weapon that he didn't know. He knew that the spirit of the dragon still resided in it, but it refused to speak with him directly. "I've never let anyone else try wielding this blade. I don't really know what would happen if someone else tried..."<br/><br/>When she asked about another question, he returned his gaze to her. "Yes, yes I do. Didn't one of your brothers say he wanted to see you tonight? Don't you think you should go take care of that...?" he asked. It wasn't that he was wanting to leave and get rid of her or anything, he just didn't want to run the risk of that brother coming and finding him in his sister's room.