[ One day he'll have a better way to describe it... he doesn't know, he just uses it! And has been hit by it.

It feels like taking a mac truck to the soul in most cases, quite frankly. ]

Any... other questions?

[ Because it looks like she still wants to maybe ask something. Probably about some kind of other spell? ]

Wow... That sounds a little ominous. But sure, okay. I'll bite.

[Only a yes or no response?? Surely he can deal.]

[Kazuya opens his mouth.

Closes his mouth.

She told him a yes or no answer, and saying "If that's what you want" is not a yes or no answer! So instead he just sort of watches her a little more intently... Notes the blush.

She did seem to enjoy what he did. Surely she wouldn't have even brought it up if she wasn't interested, at least a little? And... It hadn't been terrible for him either, in any capacity.]

Yes...?

[He tries, hoping it isn't the wrong answer.]

Okay.

[ He really, really wants to ask, but she did say he's not allowed to. But with the way she's pouting he just feels kinda bad, like he did, in fact, make the wrong choice. ]

... It doesn't have to, though?

If you don't want the contract to include anything like that, it doesn't have to.

[ He clarifies, slowly. This is probably going to get him yelled at, she did say he wasn't allowed to ask questions! Then again, this is more him making a statement. ]

[ Yeah, he had a feeling it would happen. So instead he just stands up to very politely hand her brush back to her. Though- ]

Do you want me to finish brushing your hair out? I've done it for a friend of mine before.

[ Granted, Yuzu's was much shorter. ]

I know.

[But her hair is quite long, but at least she keeps good care of it. It makes brushing out the tangles far easier!

Also, it helps him work out his own nervous energy, because he's still trying to figure out what it is he's going to be doing here. He's already complied with the wants of this place, so he guesses there's... that.

A wish doesn't sound so bad. Maybe he can really use it back home for something good. Even if the way to get said wish is a little awkward.]

.... You take pretty good care of your body.

It was a compliment.

[Just so she's sure.]

And I guess not more so than anyone else? I don't use any special products, or anything, and no special body sprays or colognes.... But I guess I also don't really have to anymore. I'm stuck looking like I do now for probably eternity.

I could, yeah. But they're sort of...

[Hm. How to explain...?]

They're the last things I have that prove I was human at some point. It kind of feels wrong to get rid of them, like if I did, then I might forget, or something.

[He doubts he could, at least in the now, but what about in a hundred years? A thousand? When his mind will probably start to go, considering what he is? There's no way he can stay as he is, at least mentally, for time eternal.]

[Very carefully, he keeps his expression neutral.]

I shouldn't have anything human left of me. If I did, I would have died, since humans can't survive in the demon realm.

[He says, with a slow shake of his head, continuing to brush her hair.]

Ah, yeah. I am, thankfully. But I wouldn't say humans are the only ones capable of feeling emotions to begin with. Some demons have... A lot of them, honestly.

[He's thinking about you, Black Frost.

Though that might have mostly been Midori's influence.]

And some keep those emotions far more hidden. Pretty much demons and humans are the same, like that.

That's sort of right. While most demons do enjoy destruction, chaos, and causing humans fear and anger so they can consume their souls, there's actually demons out there who make it their mission to protect humans, who don't even want or need to consume souls or cause destruction.

[He'll keep brushing, but his eyes look elsewhere for the moment.]

They're pretty rare, though. They're called Genma, and before they became demons, they were gods or heros that specifically protected humans from evil demons.

Bel.

[He... kind of gets that, at least. And he's trying to sort through some pretty complex feelings all at the same time, because this place is kind of the first moment he's really had to sit and actually think about everything that's happened. That's happened to him.]

It's a really old word, but it just means "King". Which is kind of appropriate since my full title is the King of Bel, or King of Kings. There used to be other "Bel" demons, before I was forced to consume them.

[Here he doesn't hide making a face, because it'd been such a weird, strange sensation. Uncomfortable and yet strangely welcome at the same time.]

They still sort of exist, as a part of me.