( he catches up relatively quickly when she goes and slows down as she does, huffing and puffing. it's all for show. he's completely fine. fit as a fiddle. thanks, demon blood. )

An uncle is what my brother made me without either of us even realizing it because he's a lot dumber than he thinks he is.

( seriously, vergil. someone missed the safe sex commercials in his youth. her question, however, gets him to regard her with a casual expression there on his face. float around. sure, when he slips into his demonic skin. he's even got wings! but not really the sort of thing one whips out oh-so-casually on others as a party trick or for the hell of it. besides, he needs to figure out how this place feels about demon-blooded devil hunters first. )

I don't really know how the winds are here and the last thing either of us needs is for you to wind up whisked away on a rogue breeze that's got a mind of its own.

( is that even a thing here? who knows. better safe than sorry for others as far as he's concerned.

looking back to her then, he tilts his head some in thought. )

What are your opinions on piggybacks?