"Sometimes hate is love, there could not be one without the other. They are merely different sides of the same coin." Flauros nodded as Effy and the feline as she found herself on the couch, back with her bottle of Vodka once again. He was quiet for a few moments before pushing off of the door and moving to one of the chairs. He grabs it and pulls it away from the large pillow where Gin and several of the cats now resided. He sets it near the couch before he plops down with a soft sigh.

"What am I? I am many things. As to which of those things you are asking about, I could be any of them." He lets out a rather breathy sigh before leaning back in the chair, tossing a glance back towards Gin for a moment before looking back towards Effy. "But since you asked, I will grant you with the gift of knowing." Without much warning, the mans face contorts in an unusual, slightly horrifying way. His once icy blue eyes would change immensely and within just a few moments his were nothing more than a blue flickering flame. Now when he spoke fangs were visible.

"I am Flauros, sixty-fourth of the seventy-two Spirits of Solomon. A duke of hell, if you will." He dramatically waves a hand over his face and all within that one moment, the eyes of fire were gone, along with the fangs and horrid contorted look. "But you, unlike most others, have nothing to fear from me."