He'd keep his ears sharp as she spoke, trying to calm himself with his breaths. [i]How was he taken into their realm? Isn't that exactly what the barrier was suppose to prevent?[/i] His hands would squeeze together as some odd form of comfort and as a reminder this was really happening. Demons were vain and selfish right? All the sins of the world. With her comment of the hairpin and her own appearance, this one must be no different. Provoking her could get a reaction. It would at least tell him how true her comment of being unable to touch him would be.

[color=E03D3D]"I will keep my gaze over here else my eyes are tainted by the sight of you."[/color] He'd speak out, some resolve forming as he continued. [i]Was that a momentary blush at such an invitation?[/i] [color=E03D3D]"Seventh means there are others. Stronger or weaker. Who is this Ajisai and what mockery do they intend by trying to take a Lunari Priest as a pet?"[/color]

His attention then turned to his things, seeming to expect the women to continue answering his questions anwyays. He would look over to see if anything else was taken. Slips that had been given by the residents of Shiroiwa laid sprawled out. Checking several, he'd note gifts of coins. What use they'd be to him now. Still, it was some form of attachment of the human realm and remnant of what was 'normal'. Hikari would start softly chanting the names of each face he had remembered from after the ritual, trying to commit it to memory in a pattern as he filled one slip with those.

A thought came to mind of if Airi would feel slighted by this display, but such a thing didn't seem to overly concern him as he continued. There wasn't much else left at the table, aside from small token implements of his as well as the red ribbon sash of before. He'd run it through his hands and fingers, ear turned to the demon. [color=E03D3D]"Only the hairpin, huh..."[/color] the last comment came as idle musing.