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Sverre remained frozen in place, his breathing even and controlled as he waited and watched, albeit somewhat impatiently. The human was searching the ruined village with a purposeful calm uncommon in most. The woman's footsteps were silent only by human standards, the demon's ears picking up the sound as her boots touched and sank slightly into the fresh falling snow, the pace accentuated by her spear pushing through the snow and then the earth when she stopped. Closer this time.

He noted the way the human stared meaningfully at the ground as she crouched the second time, searching for tracks. A hunter, perhaps? He vaguely wondered if she was any good. As it seemed she was unaware of his presence, he slowly began to relax when she shifted, Sverre noting with a slight perk of interest that the woman caught sight of his interrupted meal and the indents int the snow. Well, no decent hunter would miss those kinds of tracks. Despite the carnage and the now sliced corpse, the woman didn't flinch in the slightest, 'Interesting...' he thought, only to be interrupted by a strong female voice. She made the first move, calling out to him and standing in the clear. Bold. She was a lone woman, how was she to know she wasn't announcing her presence to a band of thieves...or worse?

Remaining silent, Sverre debated the options in his mind. If he stayed here, she'd no doubt become agitated, and potentially hostile as she searched for him. She may become wary and unnerved, but somehow he doubted it. Besides, anyone who could track even halfway decently would eventually find him in his corner of the collapsed house. To show himself though, would she automatically assume foe and try to attack? Or would she try to be a good samaritan and offer him aid? Both thoughts were amusing in their own rights, and Sverre found himself grinning. 'Well well, this could be fun.' he thought, smirking even more as she gripped her spear with such force, ready to move at the slightest provocation.

Slowly standing, Sverre held up a hand in a peaceful greeting, a half smile on his face as he kept his eyes locked on the young woman. "No need to be so stiff m'lady. I am not opposed to meeting such a pretty thing like yourself." he remarked, already slipping into a charming tilt of the head. He was certainly guilty of being a fan of the ladies, never one to miss an opportunity to strike a conversation or even seduce any that caught his attention and this woman was certainly pleasing to look at if nothing else. His smooth voice was strong and carried with ease, the demon leaving his sword sheathed for now. Despite his calm demeanor, he kept a watchful eye on her spear, ready to move in an instant should she deem him a threat.