He wasn't going to kill her. Hardly. He just needed to know something. She was crazy already, this just made his headache throb a little more. But his training had him scared of very little. He was not the guy to go running out the door and down the stairs.
He knew what that was when she said it, though months ago he probably wouldn't. It was Japanese. Like her. Like the tons of Japanese words floating in his head as if he'd spent years learning the language. "A fox demon?" That explained very little and then everything.