Azazel's cold expression softened as the young woman spoke, behavior not befitting that of a threat. She seemed to have a rather innocent look in her eyes. "You shouldn't sneak around behind people. You could get in trouble." He watched as she wandered toward the door, addressing it with her curiosity. "A stranger...a dark secluded attic in a clock tower...no friends around..and now you want to see whats behind door number one?" Azazel chuckled. "I'm willing to bet you're rather excitable...aren't you madam?" With a wave of his gloved hand, the door gave a loud clack and creaked open. Within was a dark and dusty room filled with shelves of books, old chairs, and web covered tables. "You must either be very luck...or you have a secret." Azazel smiled. "I'm willing to bet you'll tell me your secret if I offer to tell you mine." He motioned toward the room, his form dissipating into a pool of shadows which crawled across the ground and darted into the dark room.