"Really, if you're going to do this you must listen to me, you'll learn soon enough, boy.", The demoness concluded after hissing out a lecture in the boys head. He didn't listen to the rambling fiend or Gregorias. He was instead sizing everyone up, he would have to work with someone, and his haphazard, spontaneous fighting style and low morals would surely get in the way. He was always doing that, getting in the way. 

He did his best to sneak glances at the girl his age, Incinerator, as he'd nicknamed her in his head, then to Emerald Wyvern, and finally Phoenix, then between the two as the bucket flew, he kept his hands near his sabres, careful not to make contact, as that would've immediately identified him as [i]Black Devil[/i], the street fighter who always left a mess.

He then figured he'd go up to Incinerator, and that he did, directly up to her, then kneeling before her and looking up with a coy smile and a daring, "How's it going, Incinerator?".