Her fear was mouthwatering. He averted his eyes when she asked for some guidance as to what happened next. The contract disappeared in a puff of green smoke as he searched the darkness of the room for an answer. This was his first assignment- he'd received little guidance as to what happened after the signing. Xezerom had heard somewhere that skilled demons took the clients soul from them right after the signing- reaching into the body and snatching the little glowing locket. But, to be honest, he was unaware of his ability to do so. In his case, he assumed, that he would just have to wait for when he could contact his boss and pose the question.

The humans quaking and ragged breathing drew him out of his thoughts. He shamelessly gave her a once over,

"Well. For starters I need a body of my own." He stepped past her- the lights close to him in proximity flickered weakly as he passed them. The window caught his attention here and the lights of the town outside. In one languid stride he was at it and he pressed his face to the cold glass. The glass fogged up quickly as he placed a hand on it,

"And then I need to contact my boss- hey" and he pointed outside as he turned back to her,

"You don't, perchance, have a glass of reflection- do you?" He meant a mirror but of course he had no idea that they were called as such on the surface. He quickly waved his hand,

"No no- I'm getting much too ahead of myself. A body- the-" and he seemed to struggle over the next words, he flicked his tongue several times as if they left a bad taste in his mouth, "angels- they'll find me and most likely eat me or something." He glanced up at her, as if to say 'it's true they would' even though he'd just said a blatant lie. Angels never ate demons- their skin was much too thick and their meat too stringy.

Xezerom would have explained in detail what sort of body would be best for him- but just then a knock came at the front door. His black eyes flicked to her bedroom door and he tensed, his nostrils flared,

"Another human is out there." He narrowed his eyes, "it smells nervous and eager.. Don't invite it in."

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He leaned against the door frame outside of her apartment, one leg crossed behind the other and his free hand on his hip. With the other he knocked once more, the beads on the woven bracelets on this arm clacking to the beat. His shoulders were speckled with snow, as was the top of his head- telltale signs that storm outside had not ceased since that morning. The hair rimming his beanie were wet with condensation that occasionally speckled his face. Just coming from outside his nose and lips and even his exposed earlobes were red, stinging now in the heat of the hallway. In contrast his cheeks were pale as all hell.

Ty Dang had just gotten off work and, instead of heading straight to his apartment next door, he had made his way to Aspens apartment. He was aware of the hour and felt silly for just randomly stopping by- but something had drawn him here. It was as if something had told him while he was getting off work that she needed him. Oh geez not in that way- but just to be there for her. He didn't understand this feeling either. In fact he had no excuse and was desperately trying to come up with one. The boy puffed out his cheeks as he pushed away from the door and fidgeted with his jacket, he looked down at his combat boots, covered in snow that was now melting on the doormat below his feet. Christ, what would he say?