Derius blinks, slowly lifting his head a bit to watch the woman carefully. He'd suck in a sharp breath before rumbling softly. "Careful, girly." He manages out before he starts to slowly drift off into a light sleep.

Talia looks back at him, "So you take peoples life's for what? Money...? some kind of weird sexually blood pact like those stories from that floating temple....?" she looked around, before looking back to him, her eyes flashing silver, by now, either one of them could say they've seen that silver tent somewhere before...

The man at this point saw an opening, not paying attention to physical appearance he would respond dryly, "I offer my services, whatever that may be is open to the pact=maker, it is what all daemon do, it is what my family has done for millenia. The Drakyrie family however, specialize in assassinations, murder, theft..." He would walk over to her, exhaling a cloud of smoke, "Anything including espionage and body-guarding, we live by the shadows, we breathe the shadows, we are the shadows." He would peer at her, "And no, it is not sexual." He would smirk, "Unless the pact-maker wishes it to be that is."

Eilik peers at her dryly, "M'lady, i don't think you realize who you're talking to. The only difference between me and Claythus, is that I am not afraid to flaunt what I've got. That and the fact that from what I hear he doesn't get paid for his services." He would shrug, "Ask a lot of higher-ups about my work, I'm sure they would give good reviews." He would remark, smirking, fang hanging out.

Eilik would freeze, peering at her, he would raise a brow, all the imps around would freeze, staring at them both. He would tilt his head, "Kill the King, and his brother?" He would sigh, shaking his head, "Even if I made it past the gates, what makes you think that I am stupid enough to accept that contract even if you are a devil." He would remark, licking his lips, "Although I do have to admit, when I completed said contract, and it is your time, I am wondering exactly how the soul of a devil would taste. It is considered a delicacy anymore, so rare." He would hum to himself, walking away, he would spin back around peering at her, "Are you positive about this m'lady? I am not that picky on those that I bind myself to, however, I never let them go back on their word."

Eilik would grin, clapping his hands together as the lights would dim, shadows swirling across the floor as they would form a demonic circle around the woman's feet, formed by the shades merged with the shadows, "Very well, your wish, is my command."  He would say dryly as he would press the cigar's lit end into his palm, a sizzling could be heard as it was put out. He would take a silver athame that an imp had brought him, sliding it quickly across his wrist, letting blood drop to the floor, holding his palm to the circle. He would toss the ritualistic dagger to the girl, "Spill the blood, and the shadows shall be at your beck and call." Eilik would dictate, staring at her intently, eyes glowing with an innate hunger.

Derius remains on the floor, now sound asleep. He rolls onto his chest, a paw going into each direction with a groan. Then he would slowly switch to his side. And then...he would move into several different positions until his form would start to change. Now on the floor instead of a large wolfish man, a tall, lanky teen would be sprawled out on the floor. Though unlike the wolf that was there a few moments ago, a mop of dark orange hair is atop his head in a mowhak fashion. Though the hair on the side of his head already seeming to have started to grow back. He would be nearly naked aside from these bright and freaking flashy hot pink neon boxers with green flamingos on them.

Bandages that had not been there previously would be covering his ankles and wrists, though an utterly content look across his face as he would snuggle up against the wall. Obviously tired from the seemingly never-ending days and the threat they all lived under, a rare moment to actually rest. For this fellow, anyway. And in such a nice place, too! Though likely unknown to them, this is an utterly rare moment. Caught out of form, and even in his boxers.  Those sexy, hot pink neon boxers with green flamingos.

Only having fallen asleep what seemed like moments ago, Derius was already out like a light and into a deep sleep. Oblivious to the commotion going on behind him somewhere. Because, yeah.