Azaziel was, admittedly, confused. So confused, that he didn't bother to take the confusion off of his face when he turned to reply to the feminine voice that asked him that question. This question, spoken with a sincerity that a liar would be hard pressed to mimic, came from a fairly normal looking female. As normal females went, hair, face, legs.  

She was clean, and she dressed like those mannequins he'd see inside store windows. She looked like she could walk among the the masses without a second thought yet, out of that normal mouth came an abnormal ass question.

He put his palms on the table behind him, and leaned backward slightly. [color=red]"It's popular enough to be a generational secondary. Necessary enough that someone you know will probably ask you to ward something for them."[/color] She was about to receive the entire rundown asking a question like that. 

[color=red]"Is it treated with some prejudice because it involves smearing your vital fluids on walls, objects, and yourself? Yah yah, sure, but it is necessary, therefor popular by demand."[/color] 

[color=red]"That's not a normal or expected question from a Mage."[/color] It was rather ineloquently put, but it wasn't sand in a standoffish manner. It was said with interest. [color=red]"But you aren't a non-magical human. What's your story?[/color]

Now it was her turn to answer his question. He wouldn't accept any vague, bullshit, oh let me keep my cards close to my chest, answer either. Nor did he expect it. Not from someone who took the time to approach his person, when he made his person hard to approach in the first place.

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