Reorik stared at Luce witha blank expression, trying to figure out if the demon truly liked him, or was just being a tease. Wiping his eyes and standing quickly, he grabbed up his clothes; finding them clean should have been expected, but it still took him by suprise. From his pockets he drew a small knife. The blade was just a small pocket knife, used for whittiling normally. "your kind can form contracts, can't they?" he grew serious, his grey eyes looking from the blade to Luce.

What the boy intended was a blood contract, so he would be bound to Luce's servitude. As a bodygaurd if the demon so chose. Reorik quietly watched him, only glncing once or twice to the blade to admire it's sharpness. Outside, he could hear the wind pick up a bit.