[CupcakeDolly]

Rue listened to the man speak with a bored expression, clearly not impressed by his continued theatrics. When he stepped away, she looked at the end of her sword with a frown - so new, and he had already dirtied it. She wiped the blood away with her new white cape, leaving a red stain on the cloth.

The assassin's arrival warranted the same bored expression, with an exasperated sigh for good measure. "Speaking of clumsy murderers..." she muttered. She did not miss the usual flash of murderous intent in the man, and she allowed the demon to go on prostrating before he inevitably fell in a heap. She looked up at the blind man and the old theurge.

"Thank the Son that is over with. I forgot how annoying lesser demons could become when their novelty wears off." She shook her head and wiped her blade again for good measure. She couldn't remove too much of the man's filth from it.

At the old man's question she said, "It is a dominant psychic presence inside of him, a separate entity that has claimed dominion over the body and hides behind a fading human presence. Its thoughts are incoherent to me, perhaps because I am human and do not know its tongue, but as with all things I can sense its intentions and emotions." She had decided on a whim that she could confide that much information to the man. He seemed a neutral party in everything, and there had been no slip in his thoughts to indicate otherwise. Rue nudged Lev's prone form with the tip of her boot. "I wash myself of him. He is useless to me."