"Did you think I was kidding about burning her corpse? There will be nothing left for you to reanimate. If I am to kill her, I mean -all- of her. I destroy in wholes, not halves. If you want her corpse, what is it you will offer me in return? You better have something hefty on the table or leave now while I still tolerate your unwelcomed intrusion of my evening." Flauros merely stood still, arms now loosely crossed over his chest, giving the Necromancer a clearly bored stare. "Unlike most others I will allow minor intrusions, but this is stepping far over your bounds, especially with such demands that involves one of my toys."

Gin was quiet for a couple of moments while Effy spoke, he frowned a bit. "Ah, he just speaks what is on his mind and has a serious human-complex. I really didn't want to come here either, but, this is probably the second safest place in the city for us... Well, as long as he is feeling generous." A soft sigh escapes Gin as he pushes himself up off of the floor finally, he quickly stretches and plops down on the bed beside Effy, giving her a light nudge with his arm. "And its not that. Its more like... its in your blood." The shapeshifter tilts his head to the side for a few moments. "I didn't really notice it at first, but you do give off a strong sense of 'other' to you. Its very appealing to magical kind, I figure. I only read about that kind of stuff though, or well, Flauros told me about it." Gin stops talking for a moment, letting out a sigh. "He means well, he really does. Demons don't have all the emotions like humans do, you know? They can fake it but in the end, its still fake. Did he give you the whole 'love is the same as hate' talk while I was out?"

"If he truly didn't like you, he wouldn't have let you have any of his Vodka and the cats wouldn't even go near you."