I imagine there may be others who sense your status readily, or at least could infer something along the lines of Devil and human, so it seems reasonable enough. If you have some wish to explain yourself differently, I'll see what can be done.
[Makima makes to pet Power on the head, peering at her horns in a sisterly way.]
Are these cameras you mentioned feeding you well enough? I don't know if we have the right equipment to drain your blood...
I see no need to explain myself differently. I've no cause like you to endear myself to these mortals and they cannot hope to overpower me. Except... I might call myself Devil. It seems there's no need to make a distinction here.
[ She doesn't want to admit to a weakness by calling herself a Fiend and explaining it. Surely Makima can understand.
She accepts the petting, though it is in the way a stray animal accepts such things... warily, tolerating, on their best behavior in a new environment. ]
Human fare nourishes me and there are supplies in this kitchen. I only wish it were pure blood...
Tis strange, though. The blood of the camera, it tastes unlike any I've known, and I have tasted much.
[Gears are turning in Makima's head. It seems this is a favor that comes with a price.]
If they blackmail us with pictures, I can always say that the limited supply of pure blood is why your hellish features are so diminished compared to other Devils.
[She runs her thumb over her palm thoughtfully. She'd gotten off the topic before but Power has sharp senses and can flaunt them more openly in her different role.]
Perhaps it really is a creature, one that would be impossibly large in ordinary past experience... Bioluminescence might be a better explanation than fuel transported to the ocean at great cost.
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[Makima makes to pet Power on the head, peering at her horns in a sisterly way.]
Are these cameras you mentioned feeding you well enough? I don't know if we have the right equipment to drain your blood...
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[ She doesn't want to admit to a weakness by calling herself a Fiend and explaining it. Surely Makima can understand.
She accepts the petting, though it is in the way a stray animal accepts such things... warily, tolerating, on their best behavior in a new environment. ]
Human fare nourishes me and there are supplies in this kitchen. I only wish it were pure blood...
Tis strange, though. The blood of the camera, it tastes unlike any I've known, and I have tasted much.
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[Gears are turning in Makima's head. It seems this is a favor that comes with a price.]
If they blackmail us with pictures, I can always say that the limited supply of pure blood is why your hellish features are so diminished compared to other Devils.
[She runs her thumb over her palm thoughtfully. She'd gotten off the topic before but Power has sharp senses and can flaunt them more openly in her different role.]
Perhaps it really is a creature, one that would be impossibly large in ordinary past experience... Bioluminescence might be a better explanation than fuel transported to the ocean at great cost.