It takes several moments of silence for the fractured male to attempt to understand the rush of words he is afforded with. He is not used to talking, at least, he has forgotten much of it. They both have. It was easier to allow Ego to by hungry and Elijah to wallow in what was left of their shared sanity and in some fashion they had found a level of contentment with one another, that Angel with a Demon soul. His jaws part, tongue licking across his lips, running across each giant, pointed fang as those eyes of emerald green fixate on her still. It is as if he has not heard her question, as if he is lost entirely in the fabric of his own mind and indeed perhaps he is. The internal voices are louder then those outside, neither being seeming to agree as to who should answer this question and yet the years have afforded them a control of sorts, an ability not to argue for control of the one body so obviously. Elijah seeming to have won a second time as his gaze at least drifts upwards to the female whom lingered before them.

“What…..issssss interview?”

He does not know what she wants, does not understand her words and yet how long his patience will last remains to be seen as his lips lift abruptly to spit a snarl in her direction though he holds his ground, the sound dying moments later, red heckles falling with no seemingly explained reason for this spit of aggression. One of his sides, in the least, was more agitated by her presence then the other and yet both were seemingly still willing to stand before her for a few moments still. It has been months since he has truly been afforded contact, his mind having slipped further and further in that time. Perhaps he was slowly becoming that thing Heyel and the Angel family had so long feared, perhaps, slowly, he was becoming mindless in his hunger, a true Demon and yet still some part of him resisted- though for what purpose he hardly knew. For what purpose did he even still exist? Dirge. He existed for Dirge. Surely. His head shook lightly, turning his mind from those thoughts before he suddenly speaks again. This time however, his voice has entirely changed- the lyrics far smoother, a pleasing baritone.

“Which one did you want to speak to?”

This flash of sanity seems to last only a moment, the hulking creature seemingly unaware he had even spoken as his tail flicks, a snort of disdain release from his nostrils before that handsome dark head returns to the female once more with evident expectation.