Marius was an interesting name too, but Zaviar did not say that. Saying things like that was what he viewed as the center of useless chatter and he was not the sort of man to give into that. Nor did he remark about the feet that were suddenly on his couch. "Enough," Zaviar replied as he moved to settle back into his chair, eyes unblinking as he fixed them on Marius' face. This was something about him that tended to unnerve other people. He could stare for far longer than any other human he had ever known and the reason behind that was, of course, that he was not a human. He was a were, a snake, and snakes did not need to blink. 'If I went and played with the duck... you're not even listening to me. It's annoying when you do that.' Knight was still not all of the way back into Zaviar's good graces so he was having a problem actually caring about whether or not the dog was impressed with him and his behavior. Not that he ever was. But at this moment he was even less so than normal.
"I know that I'm demonic-blooded if that is what you are attempting to get at." How could he not? Learning black magic had come so easily to him despite not being born a witch, his curses more poignant than another child's, that the man who had taught him had known. "Do you know much about demons?" Marius could not know that Zaviar was a were snake and could smell and taste the demon that practically rolled off of him, so why not ask?