The incubus looks quite interested as she steps over -- oh, two ladies? -- but his smile drops when he sees her armaments, and her suggestion to quit it seems suddenly reasonable, with her hand on the gun. He mumbles something, clears his throat, and beats a hasty retreat.
Avitus, meanwhile, is looking between the demon and his rescuer, wings still curled around himself, not sure what to make of her yet either, with those things that looked like weapons... but she helped, so that's always a good sign, right?
"Thanks," he said, quietly, hugging his sketchbook to his chest a little more tightly. "I-- I um..."
He took a bit of a breath, trying to figure out what to say next. Well, he could always go with introductions, couldn't he?
He offered her a blue hand, the talons on all three digits looking blunted and not at all sharp, their points rounded off almost like nails could be expected to be. "My name's Avitus."
ILU.
Avitus, meanwhile, is looking between the demon and his rescuer, wings still curled around himself, not sure what to make of her yet either, with those things that looked like weapons... but she helped, so that's always a good sign, right?
"Thanks," he said, quietly, hugging his sketchbook to his chest a little more tightly. "I-- I um..."
He took a bit of a breath, trying to figure out what to say next. Well, he could always go with introductions, couldn't he?
He offered her a blue hand, the talons on all three digits looking blunted and not at all sharp, their points rounded off almost like nails could be expected to be. "My name's Avitus."