Well? she offered, Now is your chance to properly show off?

I do not 'show off,' as you so colloquially put it, my dear, Vitruvion grunted, showing her briefly his view. He sat in a bar, alone, right in the back and in a private booth overlooking the main area from a mezzanine. Before him was a goblet that he had his hands curled around, and a set of stairs that ascended to his area to the right. However ... He paused, and she was shown a picture of him grinning.

She gave out a grunting sigh and looked at Ezra. "So far he has freaked out because you have some essence of demon, and has certified that to his knowledge demons cannot create life." Awkwardly she fidgeted with the end of her knife, concious of the blade digging into her skin. When she remembered Ezra's comment about not being fond of knives she stopped what she was doing and smiled uneasily.

"He will not - wait -"

You won't spread their secret right?

Vitruvion leant back, his eyes still observing the hoi polloi below, No, I will not. Purely for the reason that I want to know what this friend of your alchemist's is, and if they are powerful then I will want that power for myself, likely.

Stare rolled her eyes. "He will not tell anyone about you, don't worry." She huffed, "Despite his ways he is actually trustworthy and is rather good at keeping secrets. You can be persuaded that he will keep it to himself. As for knowing about alchemy, I would not be surprised if he did not know about some of it at least.

The god nodded, I do know some.

"He does know some," Stare related. Then she paused. "I apologise for not telling you earlier about him, its not every one who thinks that having a voice in the back of your head is normal. Or belongs in the realms of sanity." Gently she placed down the knife and swapped it for the cup. Taking a moment she took another sip of the tea, angling ceramic to keratin and chugging it down in a less elegant corvid manner.

"Really the knife was about me thinking it might be good to give you some more of my blood. If I do, then perhaps Nevin could use it, like he did with the last lot. And I could give you a feather or too if you are that interested?"

She gently placed a claw over the dagger and waited for Ezra's answers. Meanwhile Vitruvion fell back to silence, merely observing them as he did the crowds in the bar, like a god over his world.