"Ohh... Is that what big demon ask Krasus." Krasus's focus came back to the present. He looked at the other demon once more and he's demeanor went back to his usual playful, mischievous and to an extent, innocent self. From the dark mold that is suppose to be his face came a rip in the black. A white line suddenly appeared and stretched from one end his head to another. Then the line grew open and revealed a number of sharp, jagged teeth. 

"To tell big demon the truth, Krasus does not know how many years Krasus has been alive. Krasus has lost count." Krasus held out his digits and then began to fold close and open them up. "Krasus does not even know how old Krasus is. That is why Krasus takes form of child."

"How about big demon, how old is big demon now? Rude it is not to answer questions when being asked."