Yako tensed at the cool drawl, as the Blood grew even more frenzied. Even in the depths of insanity she was still abit apprehensive of her current boss. Slowly she raised her head, peering hesitantly up at the demon with unfocused eyes.
Oketsu yawned obnoxiously. "Missy, I think he's expecting an answer."
It was probably a bad sign that a mental representation of her madness was thinking more clearly than her. Yako had noticed a lot of bad signs lately. But she just blinked up at Lucifer sleepily as a black tendril sharpened and shot for his face.