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[demonlordling]

[Well, hello! While his elders cause ruckuses in town, This little Methuselah has been quietly slipping into homes, having his fill, and creeping out. After all, Ciel is far more about playing games and toying with his prey than simply pouncing them down.]I must admit, with all the methods people here might glean information, they still aren't very

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[lostbirth]

How foolish of those individuals then.

[demonlordling]

Indeed. Still, I'm grateful for their ignorance if it provides me with a meal.

[lostbirth]

Why not just ask the castle for food?

[soupbender]

[..and catch him Katara does. She can't heal anymore, but she's still a powerful bender, and without anyone here to stop her -- well, if she can help out in town, by the spirits, she's going to try.

She didn't, however, expect to actually find someone climbing from a window. He looks young, but she knows that isn't exactly a measure of power.]

What are you doing?

[demonlordling]

Oh.

[Well, this is inconvenient. He hangs there from the sill a moment before letting himself drop. He tries to land on his feet, but the landing's a bit rough. Disgrace aside, Ciel pops right back up and offers a gracious, gentlemanly bow.]

Letting myself out. You shouldn't be out right now. It's dangerous.

[soupbender]

I'm not really worried about myself.

[His tone and the bow set her even more ill at ease than she had been before. She tilts her head just slightly to the side, eyes narrowing just a bit.]

Your door doesn't work?

[demonlordling]

Not my house, I'm afraid.

[An almost too-cheerful smile.]

And I can look after myself, my lady. Now... If I were you, I'd run along.