“What caused the change?” she asked clinically, sounding for all the world like a nurse asking symptoms. “Was it me being here or is this just something you do from time to time.” The urge to use her power was growing, but she didn’t dare. He claimed to be human but if he could see her true face, and she didn’t doubt that he could, she didn’t want to risk the fallout that would come from such an intrusion. Her fingers twitched at her side trying to act on instinct and grab onto him though she firmly told them not to. She squinted at him, wondering if perhaps a bit of honesty might get a little out of him in return.
Despite the change in tone that their conversation had undergone, Meg still wasn’t convinced she’d made the wrong choice in sitting down and speaking to him. She was trying to make friends wasn’t she? Allies in this strange place would come in handy and while she’d originally intended to trick him into it, having someone obviously less than human on her team legitimately would have definitely made the afternoon worthwhile.
“I’m a demon,” she said again, dropping the act completely, “And have been for almost 40,000 years now. I forget the exact number, you tend to lose count once you hit the quadruple digits." She waved her hand dismissively. "And now might be a good time to point out that I haven’t done a single naughty thing the entire time I’ve been here. Live and let live is my policy these day.” She watched him expectantly, her expression clearly saying ”Alright, your turn.”