[@Dark Light]

Knutik's infernal green eyes would reveal themselves, blinking slowly in their squinted demeanor. He'd never interacted with other beings of shadow much, so preoccupied with the going ons of too many interesting people, and tending to his own.... hobbies.

The intentions of the imp came through loud and clear, but he's not used to being seen as normal common folk. A fearful face, a trembling figure, this he's adapted to and it made his responses so simple and easy. Stay and glare, or flit away into the darkness. The complexities of communication struck him with too much sensory information, more than what he was usually accustomed too, far too complicated.

In this he had preference to remain a very straight forward entity, but the imp interacting by this means, somehow it made it feel easier for him in interpretation. Yet... his reflex to shy away held firm. He seemed to recoil slightly, as if he could be pressed against the ceiling anymore than he already was as one of the many shadows cast upon it.

For but a moment, he had forgotten about the shiny trinkets he intended to collect, his interest piqued now by this unfamiliar being somewhat in his own likeness.

His voice wasn't much of a voice in this state, but more like a wind. 

"[i]Anything?[/i]" Knutik barely whispered in the imps mind, that nobody else would hear him. 

"[i]Are you asking me to request something from a particular desire?[/i]" he's seen enough people come and go, how they all ask for... almost the same things. A drink, a snack... these options were far from Knutik's taste. That is to say... he doesn't quite [i]taste[/i] anything. 

The gratification of his wants, venting anger, hoarding shiny objects to satiate his desire to grow his collection, other people's feelings and fears, even music... [i]those[/i] things he might describe have a [u]taste[/u]. But was any of it something he could ask for? Like the normal tavern patrons?


He looked to the far end of the establishment, at the back wall where the lady here previously [@Assallya] had retreated to a table and sat down. "She... is covered in treasure." a pitch of ecstatic zeal slipped into the wind of his 'voice' at the word treasure. Could it be that he really could ask for.... "anything" as the imp had implied? Knutik tested this.

[i]"I would like her trinkets, as many as could be acquired."[/i] So used to simply taking things, sneakily or by force, he's never once tried to [i]ask[/i] somebody else to do the deed for him. He wondered if the imp would even be willing to oblige. Amusingly this entire shadowy transaction was being done just over the head of the unaware tattooed bulk of muscle right beneath the dark specter.