[ ah, jeez. he's standing back up? well, that'll make this less convenient. she doesn't bow back, but she does give a quick wave of two fingers. ]

Same to you, Akira Fudou. [ she doesn't approach any closer; she doesn't have to. they're barely two feet apart as is. ] So, thing is, I usually don't get to ask people about this kinda thing. Goes against the rules, y'know? I'm not supposed to "reveal our secret," or some shit like that.

[ her coat billows on the breeze, for a single moment. like a cape, or a cloak. ]

But the way I see it, we're in Hell already. It's not like I can get in any more trouble. So what I wanna ask is actually pretty simple, Akira Fudou.

[ she grins - wide, wide enough to part her lips. like this, her teeth are fully visible - distended fangs and all. ]

Think you'd mind giving me a widdle taste of what a Devilman's blood is like?