Mao frowned as she tugged at his shirt, tensing as she spoke. He pulled his head away with a scoff. To most demons, that would be a compliment. In his case... But what did she know? Just because she could sense the darkness in his heart. It wasn't like he didn't know it was there anyway. That stupid, useless power. His power.

But like hell he was going to let her know that. Interesting specimen or not, she had no business asking those kinds of questions. "Why would they need to?" Mao asked, looking as though the questions didn't bother him, though he spoke distantly. "They make excellent specimens. Weak, easy to catch... If only they didn't disappear so easily when I try to dissect them."