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         The creature soon ceased his spinning and turned back to his captive with a grin, obviously proud of his introduction. However, his chosen guest seemed less than awed at what she was dealing with- and even worse, was shrinking back into herself. He had noticed her expression had begun to falter upon his re entry with the chains, and had only gotten worse since. Perhaps it was more than just her fear?

Itzal looked at her, stepping so he was almost nose to nose with the human girl. The concept of personal space was clearly a foreign one, and he took no notice of how this might unnerve her.
He tilted his head in wonder before checking the chains. No, they weren't cutting into her skin, and the padding was alright. They were specially made, after all. She didn't appear ill, and aside from her anxiety, nothing seemed to be out of place.

As Aimee recoiled, she finally voiced another question, though this one was nowhere near as fun. It could easily be considered quite rude, even where he was from! Resuming a normal distance from the young woman, Itzal pursed his lips a moment, looking more than just a tad dismayed. Did she not like how he looked? He liked this appearance he chose to present himself in; quite fetching if he said so himself. A little fun, a little debonair, definitely pleasing to the eyes. The human was correct in her assumptions that demon kind were not exactly fun to look at if their true nature was to be visualized. But why on earth would he choose to run around as some hideous thing when he could look so delightful? It made no logical sense at all!

"I may not be a shape-shifter, but even I have some variation besides my true form" he began, folding his arms over his chest as he all but pouted. "No, this isn't how I always look like, but it's how I prefer to walk around. Why? You don't like it? I happen to enjoy looking nice thank you kindly!" he retorted, hands on his hips now as he leaned closer to his new 'pet.'

Soon enough though, the human began to speak some more, spouting out questions in fairly rapid succession- -no doubt due to her anxiety. Even so, they were all fairly reasonable questions. Not of course, that he really cared much what her questions were; he was simply pleased to have her talk to him. His grin returned, and he patted Aimee on her head without any concern for how she'd take it.

"Only for now of course my little bijou! Certainly ye shan't be in this room for all of your days, but for now, we are just getting to know each other, yes? Besides, don't know how much I can trust ye just yet, but if you're good, you'll soon have run of the house, so no need to worry your pretty little head!" he chimed cheerfully.

Once again though, her initial choice of wording earned a slight frown, his hand removed from her head as he bent slightly to be in her face.

"I'm not a thing!" he fairly whined. Despite the fact that he was apparently stark raving mad, he did look genuinely upset for a moment. However, the moment passed almost as quickly as it came, and he now looked fairly pleased with himself as he nodded. "Oh but of course I know ye humans have needs! After all, how terrible would I be if I didn't know how to take care of my little pet? Not to worry, for ye shall have food shortly."

Grin relaxing slightly, the demon looked almost thoughtful for a second before offering further insight to his kind. "And yes, we do eat and drink, though we needn't do it as often as you humans do. And we don't necessarily share the same tastes methinks."