The change was subtle, but mesmerising. The uneducated eyes of fixedforms might only see the eyes, but that had been one of the first tricks Rhen had been taught. The important part was how the slight hesitancy of the mortal afraid of their power changed to the steady assurance of an immortal. The body language shifted completely, and Rhen unintentionally mimicked it, her eyes changing as well. 

The attacks and ripostes were a ballet to her eyes, even with as little as had happened. Demons moved differently, and Rhen drank in every muscle movement, every gesture. When he spoke, she repeated the words under her breath. It was a slow process, getting the appearance and accent right, but the real work was getting the personality right.

She noticed the grass only when he mentioned it, so absorbed she was in knowing him. [color=ed1c24]"It might even be dangerous," [/color]she added, forgetting she had his accent on her lips. [color=ed1c24]"I've seen vampires change like this. Perhaps the grass is the reason we don't have animals here."[/color] She took out her book, getting closer to the Crimson Marauder and narrating the events.

[color=ed1c24]"Forgive me if I haven't got your language quite right,"[/color] she said to him, looking at the demon's eyes. [color=ed1c24]"But I'm not just interested in your host. Both of you are the legend, and I would ask both of your permission to learn you."[/color] She shook her hair back to the red colour she'd worn initially, and cleared her throat. "Who's the plant expert around here?" She called in her original voice. "This grass needs an examination before it turns into bloodsucking knives or sets itself alight."