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[CrimsonMoon]

" He summoned one like you before he was taken, i remember, but the demon was... Shattered," she sighs faintly and once again places her hand into his lap," I know you demons have a constant war against the... Light things, i've seen it, they've tried making me forget," she closes her eyes and slowly buries her hands into her thick hair," What are they? The things the hunt demons?"

[pipintan]

He lets out a tiny sniff, unsure if she truly means what she says. "To be frank, My Lady, I do not concern myself with the Angels. I am but a humble servant, as long as I stay out of their way, they stay out of mine. I do not go looking for trouble, I would much rather serve than fight," he says bluntly. Folk gives a small shrug, slowly replying to her next question, "As to why they want to fight us, it is obvious; they are jealous of our power. The Greater Demons are able to control the humans' emotions; is that not what makes them different than regular animals?" He seems to be less stiff now that she gave up trying to touch him, though there was still the steely look to him; even as he sits drawn out like this, there is still a rigid air to him, as if he is unable to fully relax.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Then what makes you different from a mere animal?" She counters," I could use you for whatever I wanted, so are you just that?" She asks, gazing down at him," You may return to your other form..."

[pipintan]

"It is a difference, I let myself be used; animals do not have that ability," he replies shortly. He scampers to the cot and worms his way into his clothes. They shudder as he appears again in his human forme, his eyes livid with unsaid irritation. Though he doesn't make a comment as he pushes his glasses up his nose and sets his book on his lap again. "If you only wanted me to Change, I would enjoy finding out where I will be sleeping. I need to check around the house for escape routes." His voice sounds clipped, getting a bit ruffled from her comment, though his face was a calm mask of indifference.

[CrimsonMoon]

She shrugs and stands, motioning for him to follow," Ok, ok, i can take a hint-" she stands and walks out another door, the house was only consisting of five rooms total, the next three rooms seeming connected my half-walls and a large, normal bed in one. She points to the bed," You can sleep there,"

[pipintan]

Folk walks after her, his eyes sweeping the house. Quietly noting the windows and doors, he glances back to her, as she stops in front of a room. The demon gives her a slight bow, before walking in the room. He turns around on the spot, his eyes darting here and there. He finally turns back to her, and after pushing his glasses up once more, he says, "Thank you, My Lady. I shall be in here for the time being. Please tell me when I shall assist you."

[CrimsonMoon]

She quirks an eyebrow and nods,"... My name is Caine, by the way," she sighs and turns away, disappearing back into the smaller of the rooms where they had entered

[pipintan]

(Time skip?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Sure! Sorry ^^)

[pipintan]

(Don't worry about it; multitasking right here -roleplaying and rereading the Harry Potter books. take your time, I'm in no rush)

Folk had been searching the house, checking every nook and cranny, even if it meant he had to Change. After awhile, he started to get fur on his tongue, having been extremely squished in a certain part of the expedition, pertaining to an uncomfortable moment when he believed he had gotten stuck. Thankfully, that did not happen.

Once he was satisfied, the demon decided to head back to the room to read. For hours, he sat as still as a statue, only occasionally moving his hand to turn a page. Soon, however, he grew tired of reading his handbook and got up to see if Caine needed anything.

Knocking softly at her door, he calls, "My Lady, I have brought you some tea. It is nearly 4 o'clock, if we are to go visit your father, leaving soon is advised."

[CrimsonMoon]

There was no answer from behind the door but the metallic and sharp scent of blood seemed to perfume from beneath the door- a soft scratching sound was heard

[pipintan]

A frown appears momentarily, as he knocks again, louder this time. "My Lady, open the door, there is no time for games," he calls again, irritation creeping into his voice.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I can't," calls back the supremely weakened voice," Can you? It's unlocked~"

[pipintan]

He exhales a quiet sigh. "Since you are not able to, I shall." He sounds almost hesitant to do so - his eye twitching slightly -, as if this was the most difficult thing he was to do. Though, finally, Folk grabs the doorknob and slowly turns it, walking in with his eyes averted. "My Lady, why does the smell of blood reek in here?" He asks, his mouth curling in a grimace.

[CrimsonMoon]

" I cut my hand too deep," she replies sheepily, indeed she was leaning against a wall near the chalk pentagram, blood pouring from her forearm

[pipintan]

He tries not to roll his eyes, as he sets down the tray of tea on a nearby table and walks out of the room. He returns with a first-aid kit and settles down in front of her and rolls up his sleeves. "You must be careful next time," he says, his voice light, "if I am not here, who is to help you?" Folk takes her arm and grabs some rubbing alcohol to clean the wound and pours some into a cloth. Gently, he dabs the cloth against her wound, not saying another word.

[CrimsonMoon]

" No one," she answers softly, wincing and flinching away from him as the alcohol made contect," Someone'll find my fossil in a million years," she flashes him a childish smile but it fades, almost like a toddler being scorned

[pipintan]

He gives her a serious look, looking a bit irritated. "This is no time for jokes, My Lady," he mutters, setting the cloth on the ground and grabbing a roll of gauze bandages. Folk unwraps a long piece and slowly wraps the piece along the wound, before knotting it at the end. When he finishes, he gets to his feet and grabs the first-aid kit, setting it on the table, taking the cup of tea, and handing it to her. "Drink this, I'll be right back. Make sure you are still alive when I return," he says, grabbing the tray and kit, looking completely serious.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ok, ok, I get it..." She mumbles, holding the mug cautiously in her hands as she gazes after him,"... Sorry." She murmurs sincerely, look down

[pipintan]

He gives her a one shoulder shrug, not looking ruffled at this. "It is what I should have expected from being summoned by a witch," he replies airily. Before he walks out, Folk turns to her and gives her a serious look. "Drink, it'll make you feel better," he says, seeming like he won't move until she drinks it.