Welcome to Gaia! ::

The female demon shrugs. Wishes had a way of warping depending on the words used. What is love could be picked apart for eternity and there was bound to be hundreds of wrong answers as well as hundreds of right answers. Love was almost always a forced product when you called one of the many layers of hell home but such are minor details when you looked at the place as a whole.

"At one point I'm sure I had such thoughts but after being bound to this cursed book..." She kicks the offending grimoire across the floor with a toned ashy black foot/leg, breaking from his grasp almost immediately and recoiling as if she'd just kicked herself. "...for a couple centuries, captivity becomes all one knows and such other things are burned and left behind."

Irko glances up a the simple calendar adorning one of the wall of Thomas' house, taking note of the five years that have passed since her book was last used.

Caught off guard by the hug, Irko looked down at Thomas as he wrapped his arms around her body, enjoying the touch of another living creature once again. It had been at least a century since somebody touched her, one of the side effects of being a flaming demon was most people avoided such heart felt actions.

"Aye. At least the hells were exciting and interesting." Irko admits. "And I can be when I really what to be... you are lucky you're cute and not outright annoying."