The imp was near statue like with its wide empty eyes and patient gaze. Eventually it turned to face the woman that the shadow spoke of, tilting its head to the side, weighed by thought, thinking -deeply.

The man tried to gently usher the imp along, but only managed to force it to hop to the edge of the table where he lost interest in it with a grumble.

The imp turned to look back up over the man's shoulder.

[b]"But they belong to that human, and...
It is not nourishment."[/b] 

The reply was once again unspoken and this time touched by a sense of confusion.

[@Varicke]