"Yup," he agreed, finally reaching the bottom of the stairs and glancing up to look at her again, smoke-gray eyes wide and still very much curious. "Humans make other humans pretty fast.. It's why we all work so hard." His nose wrinkled at the bridge, a slightly put-out expression, as if it was all very distasteful to him. "Humans are so destructive, it means we have to always be extra creative to stay one step ahead." The expression smoothed again, and he trailed a finger lightly along one of the balustrades on either side of the stairs, some substance on his fingertip eating away like acid at the stone, leaving the path of the single digit weathered. ".. Not that I mind working hard. I'm very proud of how hard I work."
He just hated when people didn't appreciate it. Like him, the one who had Sealed him.
Hesitating again, suddenly shy once more, he glanced up at her from through white lashes, hands twisting in the hem of his shirt. "Who're you? You have a name, don't you?" Humans usually did, and she was surely human, no matter what else she was. --She had red hair, just like War, and the thought warmed him inexplicably. War was sort of like a protective older sister for him, so he couldn't help but instinctively sort of like this mortal person.