Re: Janus/Eames
[Theres a short pause. The flame wavers back and forth a few times. But the demon comes, coal red eyes first, and then the rest. The body is unfamiliar, tall and thin, with heavy joints. Angular eyes, dark hair, a flat generous mouth. It smells like burnt sandstone. The red eyes examine Eames, glance around to see if anyone else is there, and then close a moment when no one is.] Hi. [Unfamiliar voice. Tender tones. High register. The body is wearing layers of fluttering silk, skirts or a robe. They collapse gently into a cross legged position on the floor in front of Eames.] You called.