She smiled, "You don't have to be sorry, I was aiming to do the same. It's just our instinct." She closed her lips quickly while her eyes flashed nostalgia before she quickly looked away. Her father would always say that after mass murder in the towns of innocent humans. 'It's instincts sweetheart, they eat and we must eat. It's part of the circle of life.' She shuddered, they weren't taking lives, they were taking souls. Making them miserable before death then feeding on their worst fears, it made her sick to be a demon. She looked again, and felt herself get nervous. They had been sitting so close, and she quickly stood up with a nervous laugh before a annoyed meow came from the bathroom. "Nala, be nice." Nala jumped on to the bed and made herself cozy next to Garrick. "Weird.. She likes you." She raised her eyebrows. "Half the time she doesn't even like me." She laughed again.