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Tilting her head to the side, El wanted to question what he meant about his training methods and how he did it, but simply nodded to the words about waiting for her downstairs. Glancing down at her hand as she felt his touching her, she smiled faintly to him. Grabbing the wand once again in her hand, she followed him into the main room, then upstairs to her rooms.

Simply leaving the door open behind her, figuring Vald would be downstairs and Sye busy on other things, the elf quickly undid the zipper of her dress and pulled her arms free of the long sleeves. Once it was pulled around her feet, she took a quick step from them and moved towards her closet. Figuring they would be walking more then anything, she picked out a pair of tight low-rise jeans and a rather skimpy spaghetti strapped shirt. Dressing quickly, she left her long raven hair to fall around her shoulders as she picked up her cloak. Moving around, she stuffed various items of clothing, magical items and other things she thought she would need for the trip into her cloak.

A few minutes had passed by when she rejoined Vald downstairs. The long cloak she had been wearing when they first meet was clasped around her neck. A dark red shirt clung to her upper body, dipping down low to show a little of her cleavage. There was a small area where her shirt and jeans didn't quite meet together, which showed off her smooth dark skin of her stomach. Her jeans came up low on her hips and flared out around her knees and almost hide the dark black boots she was wearing. A leather belt was wrapped through her belt loops right above her long tail.

"I'm ready," she told him, taking another step towards him as she brushed a few strands behind her long ears. The back of her cloak swayed slightly from where her tail was doing such behind her with her steps. "Is this fine for traveling," she questioned him, waiting for his response or reaction.

Having noticed the look he had when he first noticed her, she smirked faintly at him before glancing at his small bag. "Sounds good to me. And after that," she questioned him, joining his side as they made for the manor doors. Having expected for him to open the door for her, she waited patiently for that before stepping out into the cool afternoon air. Moving out of his way, she crossed her arms under her chest and accidentally pushing them up more in the process. Her head tilted back as the wind started to pick up, running through her dark hair and idly picking up a few strands to dance in the wind.

"Are you going to tell me which spells, or will I have to wait," she questioned him, turning her head to look at him. Letting her tail come out of the cloak for now, she reached out for his hand with it. If he let her take his hand with it, she'd gently tug on him until he came closer to her. At that point, her tail would merely hold his hand with the tip stroking his hand. She would keep it there until they got close to the demon markets, at which time she'd retreat her tail into the cloak and pull the hood up.

Watching with curiosity as he cut his hand and the way that the building changed, she raised an eyebrow in silent question until he told her what he had done. Nodding slightly, she noticed how he took her hand when she reached out with her tail and smiled faintly. "I doubt they'll come back here... probably watching and waiting for one to leave the other alone," she murmured faintly before shrugging. At least, she was assuming that was what would happen. She still hadn't "spoken" with Corbin since his message about Engel... probably too disappointed in her to reach out to her at this point.

"I'm up for a challenge," she told him, smirking faintly at him. "I wouldn't think a soul would just "lay down and die" anyways, it would make sense for it to try to fight back." Shrugging slightly, she rested her head on his shoulder slightly as they walked hand in hand towards the east as if they were going on a Sunday stroll instead of to a highly dangerous place like the Demon Markets were. The thought of such brought a faint laugh to her despite how she tried to suppress it, the almost musical sound came out loud enough for Vald to hear it.

"The name is well known in the Demon Community then," she questioned him, wondering how she'd be introduced... If she was a sister or cousin or something else in this little family to Vald. Noticing how quiet he had grown and the way he refused to look at her, she sighed softly. It seemed he was more and more jealous and angry at the mention of Corbin or anything that had to do with him. The sudden question caught her off guard as she turned her head to peer up at him once again. Still quiet as she thought about his words and the hidden meaning that may have been behind them, she wondered what it would hurt if they did share a bed... Smirking as she looked back up at him, "I sleep in the nude."

It hadn't been the flustered embarrassed reaction she had been expecting from Valdris, but it still made her grin slightly. Tilting her head to the side, she squeezed his hand with the same amount of pressure he was now holding her's with. "Should I be worried about that," she asked him a teasing manner while she kept her eyes on his face. In ways she was glad he wasn't going to treat her in the manner of a mortal, for she wasn't a mortal any longer... but something more and should be treated and respected as such. At the same time however.. it made her wonder just how far he was going to take the urges he no doubt had. She wasn't blind, she noticed the way he watched her or where his eyes traveled along her body.

Finally, she pulled her eyes from his face to look ahead of them as she started to get the strong scent of strange things coming from up ahead. Using her free hand, she pulled the cowl of her cloak up to hide her features as her tail drew up and under her cloak, also hiding from view. She wasn't sure if she was to be introduced to those he knew there just yet as what she was now... or if it would be a bad idea to openly allow her body to be seen.

Complacency, maybe, or perhaps he simply didn't know... But there were others in the area. Others which moved about, stalking through the woods surrounding. Valdris would see by a flickere of movement past one of the windows, a shadow slipping past almost too silently. There was no presence felt though, truly. No, it wasn't just that there was no presence, there was an absence of presence. It would be as if Valdris were able to feel the emptiness of the space these others were taking, but not actually be able to sense the creatures themselves... Or how many. But there was definitely more then one, many, many more then that. Quietly they crept, stalking, wandering, waiting for perhaps a signal or a motion. It was like a calling, summoning for Valdris to come outside. Yet there was no sound, it was just... A feeling, perhaps to Valdris it would be like a desire that would go unexplained. "Speak to me." It was no voice, yet there were words. There wes no sound, yet someone had spoken, but there was no sound. Valdris would remember being spoken to, but would not have actually heard the words in the literal sense. The feeling, whatever it may be, resonated from the outside.

"Hm, have we come at a bad time?" A deep, well managed, and slightly chilling voice spoke from above. It was a man standing at the top of the mansion, on the roof. But he far from alone, with him were many, many others all throughout the area. Perched in the trees, on the roof, on the ground, everywhere just about. Figures in black that were kneeled and crouched down, leathery wings like a bat's slightly curled in as if ready to spread and take flight. These... Creatures were garbed in cloth attires of black that wrapped over their bodies with leather and metal plate. The cloth wrapped around in front of their faces, covering their mouths, but not the leather bound heads with eyes of gold glowing through the holes in the front. A similar, yet lesser glow could be seen from the man who spoke. His gold yellow irises gave off a slight glow that shinned easily through his whites and pierced the night air. Little of his body was seen, as it was covered by what appeared to be a long, leathery, black cloak that was connected by leather like bone straps at the collar. It, along with the night air, covered much of his appearance. His fair skin and gold blonde hair was not concealed however. The hair was worn in a somewhat odd, somewhat original manner. It parted at the middle, running straight down on the left and right side, but was cut off at about chin length. Down the front of his face were two long, collected strands that ran down to his collar. Down the back was a ponytail, which was slender, falling past his neckline. "I do hate to be an uninvited guest but... Well, there is just so little time and yet... So very much to do." the man would appear to grin, though doing so through a thin, tightly held mask overlapping his mouth.