"I wasn't referring to us...my dear." Clarified Death as he motioned his hand toward her heart. "But to the filth that resides within you." Lowering his hand and silently looking over Eliza with observant eyes, Death raised the porcelain teacup sitting on the table to his lips and sipped lightly from the steamy liquid within. "Personally I couldn't care less about your alliances. In the end you're dust just like all the rest." The cup clapped subtly against the table as it was set down. "As I see it however, you seem to[i] presume [/i]that leach sucking on your soul is some kind of friend." He chuckled mockingly, his words harsh as he referred to the demon Eliza was host to. "Even a savior perhaps?"