She hums. “I need to talk to a witch about hiding my smell better.” She teases, humming. She lifts a shoulder in response to his last question. “I’m not your normal demon.” She says, still watching him. “I would ask what you’re doing out this late, but your kind is only ever out at night, so that question would be quite pointless.” She chuckles softly.
“Maybe not, I have jsut been around enough to know the smell of a demon even if it is masked. I learnt the hard way when a demon tried to kill me. Oh I can tell you are not a normal Demon, you hunt your own, that is not normal.” He laughed as she half shrugged. “True, but I am not normally out of my house at this hour so it would have been fine to ask.”


