Clawing the ground a few times, Tatsuki gwuffs. 'Fool' he chides mentaly. "My name was lost long ago, but I have come to call myself Tatsuki as of late. You may call me that, human." Gnawing on on his wrist, Tatsuki comtemplates his next question carfully. 'There is not much a care to know about humans that I don't already know....What to ask....'

Rolling on to his back for a good scratch, the question comes to him suddenly. Flipping over quickly, he fires out, "So, human, how many youkai have you put under your thrall? How many slaves have you made in your short life?" Grinning, Tatsuki knows this question may have some fun results.