To my surprise, he's not on the lookout for demons. His brows crease lightly as he moves to the vanity, picking up a bottle of pink glitter, likely left behind by one of the actresses. Keeping me in his arms with one hand, he uses the other to check its contents, looking thoroughly intrigued by it. With a nimbleness you wouldn't expect of someone using only one hand, he unscrews the cap, shaking the bottle and scattering the glitter all over the table. His gaze is intent as he stares at the glitter, almost like a child in a candy shop. Some fine particles of powder end up in the air, tickling my nose until my eyes tear up. I attempt to draw a breath in, but I ultimately cannot stop myself from sneezing. The power of my sneeze scatters the glitter even more, some of it ending up on the mirror and some of it on us.

My eyes widen in shock as I gaze down to find glitter all over my gown, with some of it sticking to my bloodied gashes. And as I slowly turn to the stranger, it's to find him too completely draped in pink glitter, the shade complementing his black ensemble.

He blinks slowly.

"What is the meaning of this?" he asks in a low, outraged voice.

"Maybe you shouldn't have messed with the bottle." I wrinkle my nose in discomfort.

"What is this magic, human? Explain," he barks out, still fiddling with the glitter bottle with his free hand. "And why is it this...cheery color?"

I stare at him open-mouthed.

"It's glitter. It's not magic."

"It sparkles," he adds, the corners of his mouth curling in disgust.

"That's what it's made for." I roll my eyes. "To make things sparkle."

He frowns, and I think it's safe to say this might be his first experience with glitter. But he's not deterred as he continues to study the items on the table, picking up a perfume next. Instead of spraying it, however, he unscrews the entire cap until the liquid spills everywhere, the scent wafting in the air.

Well, I must say it is a nice change from the sulfurous smell of the demon—just a tad too pungent.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to do, but you should stop destroying the makeup," I add as he touches another container.

"Makeup?" he repeats, the word foreign in his tone.

"You know, the stuff you apply on your face and body."

"I know no such thing," he huffs. Ignoring me, he continues to check every item.

"Hey, you're ruining people's property," I rephrase my words, reaching out to grab his hand.

He turns his head toward me, giving me a deadly stare.

"Do not touch me without permission, human," he states, potentially forgetting that I was already touching him before since he still has not let go of me. If anything, considering I'm in his arms, I'd say he is touching me.