"Oh yes, your stained underwear are VERY impressive." She retorts, rolling her eyes as she approached the bed, looking over her prize. He was the only thing she cared about in this town; There was nothing else of worth to her. In fact, since that Hero was here, she was certain she'd be back to burn the damn place down. Just so he could suffer. But she didn't want to plan too far ahead, so she focused on the current point of time she was in.

"It has it's own story in our culture. It figures you humans would screw that up, like most of everything else." She added, providing an example: "You humans think reincarnation is a simple task, for example. When really it's community service, but in the Netherworld." She bet he didn't know that. "You slave away down there; Cleaning, cooking, killing... Until you have repented for all of your sins. Then you are allowed back on Earth as a new being. It's the same for us demons, too. Except our reincarnations take much longer, due to being much more... What's the word?" She thought for a moment. "Well, let's just say, "bad"."

"If you want to learn, you probably can. I'd leave magic to the professionals for the most part, though. I knew this one guy who engulfed himself in his own fireball spell and died." She giggled, putting a hand to her mouth. "It was hilarious. But as you can tell, dangerous."