Ignavas quietly yet intently listened to Shae's tale of her first interactions with one of the Gate Keepers, one 'Ruben'. However, when they entered to Pizza Hut, he admittedly hard to put in a little more effort to actually pay attention -- for senses which he had thought long diminished were suddenly springing to life. The scent of spices and flavour wafted in the air, filtered through his connection with the Warded Woman's own senses. Where he would have normally smelt nothing but ash and dust, he was assaulted with a new plethora of tastes.

[i]"Hm, well I suppose I have been disconnected from current events then, haven't I..."[/i] Ig muttered to himself, pondering the situation. He was fairly sure that before his 15 year sleep, demons would have reacted to the idea of a Gate Keeper taking anyone under their wing with some measure of uncontrollable laughter. [i]"How exactly would..."[/i] he paused for a moment, unsure if he should call the Gate Keeper by the name she called him by -- he knew there was little point in caring what he referred to him as, yet he instinctively felt it wrong to call such a being by an actual name. The Gate Keepers were beings which produced multitudes of contentious discussion amongst his peers, yet the general consensus was that you should not get in their way. Ever. [i]"... this... Ruben react to our arrangement?"[/i] He had to actively block sudden influx of taste from the pizza out of his mind. The smell was a new enough experience. One at a time. [i]"Opinions and beliefs are a diverse enigma upon all sentient species, but rarely have I witnessed anyone react positively to a contract with one of my kind,"[/i] he said, keeping most of the dryness out of his voice.