[ Familiar density, unfamiliar face. The daemon sits up with both legs swinging over the branch, sitting pretty as he studies the man with friendly smile still in place. ]

A resident of this city.

[ Cocking his head, Rokurou’s assessment of his prey below is two parts clinical and one part hungry. The cloying flavor of malevolence colors his tongue, a smoky nectar that saturates the senses and has his eyes narrowing with pleasure. That lidded gaze takes in pallor and posture and form in order, then slides to follow along with that bead of perspiration until it soaks away.

He won’t sink his teeth into the strong when they’re not at their peak.

But there’s a pulse of something interesting here. Fine hairs bristle as a spark of anticipation kicks at the remainders of a charred heart. ]

H’oh, I distracted you. Sorry. [ he is not sorry; even so, his features soften with a lopsided little grin, laugh lines crinkling at the corner of his eye. ] Forgive me, I only just arrived here.

[ He may know very little of this city and its matters but he does know training techniques. The matter of the residents that have seemingly vanished hadn’t been important to him anyway; the daemon changes his tune, dropping down to the earth with a soft thump. ]

Since I’ve already interrupted, how about a partner?