The discomfort that oozed out from the warlock was delicious—its initial notes with somewhat tart, but follwed by an undeniable sweet sensation that tickles the taste buds on the demon's tongue, prompting Babylon to stretch their mouth in a genuine smile.
"I teach Ancient Runes. If you will allow some shameless honesty, it's a disappointment to feel such magic coming from you and not seeing your pretty face among my pupils," Babylon spoke.
Their hand reached for their long, onyx hair and slowly pushed it back, shoulders dipping down.
"Oh, and, please, don't call me ma'am, it makes me feel so ancient," the demon then said, outstretching their arm once again, this time with a hand waiting for a shake.
"I'm Babylon. Professor Moon for you, naturally," they said, while the other hand squeezed the coveted token. When they put it in their pocket, Babylon caught the other's eyes following where the magically-imbued item had gone.
Good. How very nice, the demon thought, excited at the possibility of the item already having caught a critter in its web.
Despite the fascination that had instantly drawn him in, Soo-ahn kept his balance, a distance of a sort while he listened to the other speak of magic. Magic that also, he perceived it so, imbued the other's body and presence—the kind of magic that his senses could only pick up but not exactly specify or identify.
All Soo-ahn knew was that he wanted it; it was an intrusive thought, an instinct he could neither explain nor (attempt to) justify, but he wanted it.
That was when it hit him.
Ancient Runes.
He had, indeed, applied for the class but has barely been present during any of the lectures. And if what the woman said was true and the other had returned from somewhere...
"If you'll allow me some honesty, Miss, I should be in one of- well, your classes but I've yet to attend your lectures. To be quite fair, the other lecturer made me feel like I was wasting my time."
Perhaps it was a crude way to account for his absence - and, frankly, current lack of responsibility - but it was, for a change, the truth. He tipped his head to the side and, after adjusting the bag on his shoulder, the warlock added, "I suppose we'll see each other at the next session, Professor Moon."
Babylon, Soo-ahn thought. The name had sounded so familiar, so tangible and yet, search as he might through the knowledge that he had accumulated so far, he could not place the name with any person or figure. All his mind could come back with was utter emptiness and yet the name lingered, tickling his subconscience.

















