Iri growled frustratedly as she sent a glare at Razz. "I may be old but that does not mean that my powers fade, they should only get better, do I have to do something huge and dramatic for you to be scared?" Her eyes then snapped back to Momo, they had been gaining a ring of red around both the outer edge of the iris and pupil. Her breathing was increasing slightly at the thought of an imp being able to do a better job than herself. She didn't blame the imp though, she just couldn't believe how easily Razz got used to her. No, he can't be, she thought to herself though her threatening eyes began scanning over the group, almost daring any of them to talk.

"...You have got some serious anger issues, hun."

Of course, Momo, with his naughty nature, had broken the silence to say something half-funny and half-insulting. He grinned toothily, tilting his head. "You know, he does seem like he's used to you. Maybe he's some sort of masochist for fear and all that."

Razz went decidedly pink and grumbled under his breath for a while. I am not. You freakin'...midget.

Tzal raised an eyebrow, amused. He nudged Iri, contentedly. Loosen up. It isn't that he's doing a better job than you. Razz is more wary of males than females, and he's not afraid of snakes. He's been to my cousin's house more than enough times not to be afraid of snakes. My cousin lives an hour out of town and owns two reticulated pythons.

Iri growled at the imp, her eyes narrowing further as her wings flexed momentarily before holding closer to her back. That is at least, until Momo finished what he was saying. At that point her back became board straight as she turned to look at the blushing male. She gave him an odd look thinking to herself, Oh please tell me he's not serious. She wouldn't be able to handle that at this point, not when she was worrying about other things. Her eyes then shifted over to Tzal who's arm had gone through her when he was apparently trying to get her attention or something. "Snakes or not I could have brought that Saloon down on him yesterday and yet he didn't move," she said boredly, though she was still aggrivated about it.

Momo giggled, dancing around in place. He didn't like to stay still.

Razz caught her look and stared at her. He then went pinker. Damn it, it's not true! That midget is a liar...he doesn't even know me. And as for your other concern, I already told you...I'm a zombie when I'm tired! I almost slept through a burglary at my house last year, and it was loud! The guy got into a fight with my father...

I have to agree with him on that one... Tzal murmured. When he's tired, he also gets even more stubborn...

Iri shot both of them a bored look as she crossed her arms under her chest, pushing it up slightly though that wasn't the intention. "And yet you snapped awake when you cats were attacking me, explain that one," her lips were pursed to one side. The demon was both getting tired of this and slightly more curious and worried. She wanted to know the roots as to why he was different than the other humans, in just about every aspect of the word. She wasn't sure she knew how to figure it out though, she was tempted to ask Momo though she wasn't sure his age and if he would be of any use for information anyway.

I'm always worried when I hear my cats making a ruckus, because they break stuff...and we have expensive stuff around the house. I'm a light sleeper, but it takes me a looooong time to 'wake up' when I finally do wake up... Razz looked bored, as well.

Momo watched him with amusement, his toothy grin reappearing slowly. "Kekeke..."

Iri rubbed her temples finding that no matter what she said he would always have some sort of come back that would make her argument null and void. Her eyes then fell upon Momo, his laughing catching her attention. Her eyes had sense returned to their usual brown seeing as she had calmed down. She watched him for a moment, almost as if she were trying to figure him out. "How old are you Momo?" She finally asked as she mentally held her breath.

Momo stretched his arms out behind his head, grinning. "I am the oldest imp alive today. I certainly don't act my age. I've adopted modern human speech as my main language. I hate acting and talking like I'm old. It makes me feel...old." He paused, then snickered. "Well, that sentence totally failed..."

Iri ignored the off topicness the male was getting, though her look became more of one of intrigue. She clicked her tongue in her mouth impatiently as she thought about what he had just told her. She had known only very few imps and none of them had acted as old as they were. If Momo was as old as he claimed to be though, that meant he could know something. "Let me ask you this," she stated strangely calm considering what she was going to say. "Do you know anything of the Hinapouri clan or deceit demons?"

"I know a lot about deceit demons. As for the Hinapouri clan...I have heard of them, yes. I know a bit." Momo was all smiles when he responded. Then again, imps always smiled when they were hiding something.

Iri's eyes narrowed, she knew that look all too well. "What do you know of my clan?" She asked him slowly, her head tilted slightly as she eyed him warily. It was like she no longer cared that Tzal and Razz were there, this just seemed a little too important in her mind at the moment. It wasn't that she forgot about them, they just weren't her top priority.

Momo folded his arms across his chest, his polite smile twisting into a crooked, rather wicked-looking one. "What is it you want to know, hmm? I don't give out much sensitive information for free, my friend. It's not like I'm going to tell you up front...ask me, and I will answer...what I can...and what I will."

Iri glared at him, she should have seen that one coming. She own ghostly appearance hovered closer to his as she said, "Let's talk somewhere a bit safer shall we?" Her words may have been a question but her tone, eyes, and body language were more or less telling the imp to lead her to somewhere where she could ask him what she wanted without fear of said 'sensitive' information getting out to those that did not need to hear it.

Momo glanced at the two boys, curiously. "Boys. Why don't you make something for yourselves to eat? I may nibble at it later--I love human food." He waited until they shuffled off--more like...Tzal dragged a very nosy Razz off. Then, he flitted off into the yard and around to the back of the house, which looked like no one ever went out there.

Iri moved with Momo, though it seemed like she was staying closer to the house than he was. That bothered her greatly so she hoped that this little talk would help her clear somethings up. The back yard seemed quite over grown, but at least it would look like no one could see the two, even though the boys were the only ones that could. With that thought in mind the demoness restricted her visibility to just Momo, so that the boys couldn't see her. She also cut the mental ties she had with them. After a few more moments to be sure that everything was in place she said, "I appreciate this Momo."

"It's not a problem, dear. Some of the older clans have lost their histories, and possible relatives. It's discouraging. I only have one living relative. A Succubus. But I don't talk to her all that much..." Momo trailed off, then straightened out his clothing.

"So, what is it you want to know?"

"It's not that I do not know my own history, for I do. Things just are not making sense in this dimension, in this time period, with these people," Iri told him calmly, a slight hint of discomfort in her voice. The imp had calmed down though, that reassured her that he was serious. "The Hinapouri Clan, if you did not already know, is a clan bound in servitude to a family of spirit demons," she informed him. "My sire has long past which is why I am out now." She then paused, to allow the information to sink into the imp and so she had an idea as to if he knew this stuff already or not.

"Oh, I'm aware of that much." It seemed Momo was regaining some of his impish charm. He rarely took things seriously--he liked to have fun...even while he was trying to be serious. "I'm quite well-read! Now, what is your concern, exactly?"

Iri rubbed her temples momentarily as she tried to put her frustrated thoughts to words. "Rasputin is my concern," she said in a rather defeated tone. "After my Sire died and the council grew wary of my wandering they banished me to the Saloon." She then shook her head, her long hair flying about her shoulders. "I have never been able to leave, with anyone until Rasputin came along. He is a human, a mere mortal being as far as I can tell. He cannot possibly have blood ties with those spirit demons." So her questions wasn't so much a question but rather a frustrated thought that needed some sorting.

"Psssh. What are you talking about? Of course he has ties to spirit demons," Momo chuckled, grinning. "Why do you think dearest Tzalmon hangs around him so incessantly? He senses power in him, and I can see it, as well. My guess is that he was separated from his parents...and found and raised by humans, in an orphanage. Then, his 'parents' adopted him. He has no knowledge of anything, at all, about his true identity."

He paused. "But, of course, there was a reason he was abandoned. I am thinking he...is a half-breed. Half spirit demon...half human. Someone in your Sire's family must have had a taste for a human partner."

"What are you serious?" Iri shrieked as her eyes widened, throwing her arms into the air. Her head dropped as she said, "I was free of my Sire, how can his commands be issued down to some half breed?" She wasn't mad at Razz, she was just frustrated. It wasn't because she was in servitude once again, well it was that, but not entirely. She didn't mind living out a life in servitude, her Sire had been kind and she was able to use her powers at their full extent. Once banished though, she couldn't, she could only manage simple parlor tricks of sorts. She just didn't understand how or why it could be a human of all things, even if he was a half breed.

Momo arched an eyebrow, slowly. "Uh...shouldn't you be thankful?" he asked, dryly. "It doesn't seem like he has any intention of ordering you around at all. Plus, given the fact that he doesn't know any of this yet...he can't really do much, now, can he? He seems like a good boy."

Iri straightened back up, taking a slow calming breath. "I suppose it is both a gift and a curse. I can leave the saloon finally though a 'good boy' isn't quite what I'm used to. I used to be the servant to the most powerful of spirit demons. He willed people dead and I made sure it happened, torture, it was a piece of cake. Now though, now I'm listening to someone who doesn't want to cause a scene. It's, different I guess." She then turned to look back at the house wondering, What would Rasputin do if he knew?

Momo watched her for a moment, amused. "Maybe he just wants you as a friend." It was a simple statement, and a smirk was on Momo's face. "In all my years, I've seen very few half-breeds, and most of them had been abandoned in the human world...seeing as he's unaware of his power, I think he'd much rather have you as a friend than a servant."

Iri shot him a look that pretty much read everywhere from 'are you crazy' to 'you totally just went off the deep end'. "My servitude is not really something that I can just give up," she stated bluntly. "I've done it so long, my family has done it as long as they have been around so it's not like I do it on purpose or anything." She then started moving towards the house. "Perhaps we should head in. I thank you for your help Momo though at this point I do not think there is much more you can do for me."