After her intial question, his lovely blue gaze upon her narrows and then closes completely. This brought an arched brow from the dark demon. Was he so confident to willingly expose himself to her like that? Did he think she would hesitate in tearing his throat out if she so got the chance? But the truth was, that while Vera would not pause for a moment when it came to any other- she knew she could not, would not ever harm this male in front of her. To harm him was to harm herself, and it was not something she would ever come to. She was too far above that, too prideful, and she adored herself far too much. To do such a thing was weak, frail, pathetic. What worth were you if you were not what you wanted to be? None. And then just like that he's opening his eyes to gaze back at her, the simple expression causing her muscles to shiver and tremor with a wanton sensation. It was only Autumn, but Vera had always been one to enjoy pleasing things. And he was quite so to her.

When his voice comes forth, it's soothing to her senses and a deep baritone. She likes the sound of it, but his words have her rolling her deep sapphire irises. Some sort of philosophic question to answer her own question. Answering a question with a question. It was not the answer she was seeking for, and so has her acting upon it. She didn't take kindly to those who did not listen well. Pushing through that last space between them, she is sliding her muzzle up along side his and murmuring her words to him, layering them with a warm, silky honey tone. 'We demons know well who we are- as you know well who we are.' There's a silent snarl in her words but her dark lips do not move, nor does she. She remains as she is, her muzzle against his with no space between them. The boy is as irrelevant as he had been since she had laid eyes upon the dark stranger again.

He is calm, but his remarks have some sort of fire igniting within her soul. For whatever reason, his calm, relaxed demeanor infuriates her. The thought of taking him down and pining him beneath her body is sounding better by the moment, and she has it half in her mind to do just that. But she also knows she might not be able to control herself around this male. For while on one paw she has the want to put him in his place, she also simply wanted to feel his fur against her own and to be close to him. And it had never been such a way. It had always been those others craving to be near her, to be close to her- and she had simply allowed it. Now it was turned around and yet not because he did not fear her. He did not flinch or draw away and Vera could see it in his gaze. He did not fear her.

It was different. To have a wolf who knew damn well what you were, but did not look at you with disdain or fear or anger. There was but a firm determined expression that he wore, one that she recognized as one of her own. Such as now. Though hers was probably accented by irritation and who knows what else. Confusion, mayhaps, but the black demon had always been skilled at concealing such a thing. She had still not yet pulled away, and she did not think that she would. When she spoke again, she kept it simple for him to follow- so he wouldn't get all 'wise' on him again. 'Tell me your name.' It was not a question. It was not an inqury. It was a demand and he would follow through, unless he wished for her wrath to befall him.