Blake turned towards the voice, smirking slightly as he came face to face with Rosalind, the demon's vessel. "Ah, Rosalind, to what do I owe the pleasure?" He bowed somewhat sarcastically before glancing up and speaking, "Or am I speaking to Medoh?" Demons were fantastic beings. Sometimes a little too malicious for Blake's taste, but he respected them none the less. Some humans claimed imps were lesser demons, put on this earth to promote chaos.. Those people were stupid. True, some weakness and traits were the same, but they were two totally different creatures. He bit his tongue, wanting to make a joke about this girl with the multiple personalities, but knew it was likely not the best idea. He waited for the explanation of the sudden appearance, glancing at where the woman was sitting.