[He still isn't looking at her! If he looks back, she could very well have her clothes jacked up to her waist, sticking her leg out for him. And he would die. His soul would leave his mortal body. So he's not going to look.
Very much in the fashion of men, the falchion-esque sword suddenly glows and... shrinks. Back into the banged up katana it had been before. Equally embarrassing.] I don't know what the heck a taguel is.
I'm a demon! [He chances a look at her finally, but only out of the corner of his eyes.] I can smell everything. I can hear everything, too.
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Very much in the fashion of men, the falchion-esque sword suddenly glows and... shrinks. Back into the banged up katana it had been before. Equally embarrassing.] I don't know what the heck a taguel is.
I'm a demon! [He chances a look at her finally, but only out of the corner of his eyes.] I can smell everything. I can hear everything, too.