Lily regarded Souta with a light frown on her face. She let her arms fall back to her sides, the mask disappearing in a puff of mist. There was something about Souta that made Lily think. For someone to so easily dismiss a woman of such beauty like herself, it spoke of a level of paranoia beyond even what would be considered healthy. Was he that scared of her? She took a few steps back, leaving a respectful distance between them, crossing her arms underneath her chest which inadvertently pushing it up and forward. 

She watched him work silently, lips pursed thoughtfully as she contemplated his words and actions. What did she know of him? She knew that he was human, but one with a set of skills and abilities beyond what was possible for the ordinary man or woman. He was like Mary, us that she was certain, given that he smelled nothing like a demon. That left two possibilities that she knew of: He was either among those who fashioned themselves as demon hunters of sorts, or one of those mortal mages whose name she had forgotten. 

She let her eyes fall to the puzzle that was the strange firearm, poring over each and every detail trying to memorize as much as possible. She had never seen the point are things like guns. Why use a weapon that could be so easily predicted? Watch for the muscles tensing in the lower arm, then step to the side and watch the bullet fly by. But his projectiles had been different. They weren't just a small bead of kinetic energy, but something far more versatile. Perhaps it would be worth looking into in the future - try and find some way to replicate it. 

But she was getting distracted. 

The gun had, somehow, come from his upper body garment which told her that it had something to do with his abilities. That it was focused around calling forth weapons, and not some kind of magic, told her that Souta was one of the self-proclaimed demon hunters. But he was still human, in a realm so far removed from his own, and working with demons to boot. This brought her back to her earlier question. If he was one of the demon hunters, was his after rejection of her appearance a result of training? Something told her otherwise. Trained men would not let themselves be caught by surprise no matter how beautiful the woman. A wounded heart, then? It seemed somehow more plausible. It would explain why he seemed so scornful, begrudging her mere presence. 

[i]I'll only get a clear answer by asking I suppose.[/i] 

"Do you dislike me, Souta? Or is there some other reason for your contempt?" Lily asked earnestly. "I am not here to toy or manipulate, though you may think otherwise." She clicked her tongue then, after a quick down at herself, adopted a look of chagrin. "I see. You see this - This body, this face, but not the one behind it." She looked up again, smiling demurely. "I am Lily, if that helps your suspicion at all. I came here as a mere curiosity, wondering who was at the forge. And when I saw it was you, it brought to mind some questions. Will you allow me to ask them?"