He was a slave, or was he still a slave? She swallowed hard, but kept her face calm and collected, they are known to be far more dangerous than the average slayer. Her eyes ducked as she walked her way in to the living room to occupy her self. She wasn't ready to admit who she was, and wanted him to never know if she could keep it a secret for that long. Her life wasn't one she wanted to share. "Would you like noodles, and a sandwich?" It wasn't that she didn't care, but she had a feeling that she would be asked about herself soon as she wanted to avoid any sort of subject. "Shall we go tonight?" She was speaking of the demon.