Stormy eyes snap to the demon, sharp as a knife and just as cutting, peering through the man as a reflection of what he sees him to be. Nothing. "Your maker has neither seen, nor heard his voice since she fell. What knowledge she possesses is as outdated as she is."

Hums what sounds like a concise note of amusement, turning away to resume his tracking of where Vasilija has gone to. "Hard to accept the prayers of millions when none of them can agree on who you are." With that he leaves the conversation, spotting the siren again, smiling.

A full grin spreads his lips thin, pearly whites peering from between their seams. "Had I known you were so hungry, I would have arrived sooner." Eyes flash with the multiple meaning, making the dead eyes appear briefly more lively.

"I believe I will." Finding this the perfect occasion to reveal half the invitation Vile had poofed into existence for him. "My only dilemma is what to wear. Perhaps you could provide me some inspiration with your own costume of choice?"

Notes, he has already removed the headpiece.

~Wink.

A simple smile below dead eyes. A look to rival her own.

/Amused/.

Not that attractive? Whatever you say.

Ears seem to be burning.

Lofts a brow, a cool, dead glance, to the halfbreed.

He can smell the /stink/ off her. The /dirty/ blood, the /impurity/. He turns his nose up, and denies her further attention.

Lip curls in disgust as now the demon has joined them. Gives a passing glance of interest to Vasilija, before departing completely from the TL to cleanse his soul of such impurities.

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