Blackfeather Woods Knock knock, a demons at your door

And play with her she'd allow, it was always interesting to watch as another immoral mind's geers turning in their head. The demon was no idiot, she knew well he wasn't completely sane, but nor was she. Any attempted harm would be returned with an equal reaction, though no hard feelings would be held against the serpent, she knew well the feeling of taking a life, envigorating, euphoric, and so on. "Sage," She replied simply, "but I did enjoy the title of darling." 

Her tail flicked back and forth like a feline, preparing to pounce atop an unknowing vole. "Might I get one in return?" She blinked for a moment, wondering the possibilities of the strangers name.