Dust began to settle as a cold silence filled the air. Unsure if his assault had landed, Azazel stayed on guard and felt the area, using the black spikes he had manifested like an extension of himself. His focus waned when the woman began to address him. "Gifts?" He scoffed. "Indeed...however I've had these [i]gifts[/i] for quite the bit longer than I've been here." He placed his hand on the inner wall of their shell, sensing for movement while the woman introduced herself. "Maria is it? Huh." He paused. "I expected something more...exotic sounding." Giving a subtle shrug, he went on. "Lord Azazel Blackwood at your acquaintance. I would say it's a pleasure to meet you but given the circumstances..."