Rama's hand holding the brush froze on his head, while she processed his words into her head.
"You're acquainted with the devil? Have you seen him? How do you know him?" She blabbed hysterically with enlarged eyes as she was struck with incredulity.
She had thought earlier the devil was only a nickname used as a referral for a very dangerous vampire, but her eyes dilated even more when she remembered the witch referring to him as Draco's father.
She gasped as the brush subconsciously fell off her hand, when she unraveled a puzzle of the mystery around his enigmatic nature and existence, although she still wasn't quite sure whether he was being sarcastic or serious.
"You ask so many questions." He murmured dryly in response, unfazed by the shocked state she was in.
"You haven't brushed my hair, it looks messy." Draco voiced out in a neutral tone, when he noticed her unmoving state.
