[ Yep, definitely more intense now. The way the sharp protest just rolls straight into a polite greeting throws him off, and he hovers indecisively for a moment. But in his heart he can't stand the idea of being rude to someone who seems like she's trying to make nice, even if it feels like it came from nowhere, and he drops down, back into the water. ]
I'm the Demon King, Twilight. Pleased to meet you.
[...he really does sound pleased. Neither his doubts nor the depth of his voice in this form entirely hide it. He's making a friend already! A human friend. If he can do that maybe being here is an opportunity for him. ]
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I'm the Demon King, Twilight. Pleased to meet you.
[...he really does sound pleased. Neither his doubts nor the depth of his voice in this form entirely hide it. He's making a friend already! A human friend. If he can do that maybe being here is an opportunity for him. ]
Did you still want the comb?