Irial allowed her to push his hair behind his ears. He almost shuddered at her touch. So she wanted nothing from him. Well good. Because that was what she was going to get. Absolutely nothing.

He stepped back, almost as quickly as he'd come forward, and he was soon standing, again, nearly ten feet away from her. The book was back out, and he was idly playing with the spine of it, fingering the leather and reveling in its texture.

It was a few minute before he spoke, and when he did, he did not look at her. "And what if I am the demon the others think I am, hmm? And if there is nothing you could possibly gain from me, then why, pray tell, why are you still here playing this little game of cat and mouse with me, my dear Karma?"

He was growing irritated. Why had she come up to him and started talking to him if she wanted nothing from him? He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. "You want to know who I am," he repeated.

"I am Irial Darkk, eldest brother of the Darkk brothers."