I felt my cheeks grow warm, a sensation hard to comprehend, demons don't feel shame or much complex emotions of the likes. I have to say emotions are an aspect that humans are great in. The only beings aside from them with a complete emotional spectrum are beings that either have emotions as their innate power or those that have fallen, the latter in a sense are also human.
She was spot on in her question as even though I didn't live under a rock in a literal sense, I did live away from civilization and only interacted with them when I need some basic accessories and amenities. Even then, the situation is basically the same as they avoid me like a plague - I'm notorious downtown mind you .
I feel incompetent for not even having a basic comprehension of the world or at least the city in all the sixteen years I've been in it.
I guess I let my self sink in self depreciation and despair. I decided to change the topic and noted to myself to find time to study, something I didn't need to do as a demon. Who am I kidding I have all the time in the world.
"I heard that he only comes out when it's totally dark." I said looking at the stars and the city lights subtly hinting my meaning.
"Oh." She replied visibly disappointed.
Although I felt a tinge of loss it was true that I preferred coming out during pure dark nights and especially during black out (what they call their periods of total darkness with no electricity whatnot).
" It's getting late." I say but I got a nagging to ask her to stay some more and I was irritated at the plethora of foreign emotions coming in.
"Yeah I should get going." She says and stands up.
From what I could gather I knew that downtown wasn't safe at night and it was especially unfriendly to 'street novices' a term I also picked up. We walk down the bridge In a silence so soothing I felt like I was back at my fief. I was broken out of my reverie by the honking sounds of the traffic and I realized that we had walked into a busy night district.
"The metro station is just down the block from here" She said.
We kept on walking and got to a flight of stairs that went downward, I was fascinated at the skillfully organized subterranean building, we chatted a little as she waited for a train and I was slightly reluctant to part.
It was only when she was about to get on that she realized she didn't know my name.
"Fuck! I didn't even get your name!"