"I don't get you," Solas admitted with a soft sigh. "First you try to stop me, now you're just saying 'whatever'... You're weird."
"At least I'm smart enough to eventually realize that trying to fight you is a futile attempt," Kita replies, shrugging. "So honestly, it's more like I use logic, not that I'm weird."
"Oh." Well, now he felt stupid. "So you're smart, then," Solas tried, glancing at her.
Kita smiles weakly, sighing. "So... What about yourself? Family, home, anything?"
Solas stared at her skeptically. "I'm a demon, darling. There's no such thing as family or home where I come from."
Kita sighs. "Oh." She lay there, her lips slightly parted, almost as if she were about to say something. "I should have known. Sorry."
"Don't be!" Apologising to a demon? This girl really was weird. "I'm a demon anyway. I deserve it, right?"
"You're not like others, though," Kita says, laughing softly. "Most would have brutally murdered me by now. Or worse."
"Yeah, well... What can I say? I'm unique." Solas shrugged, or tried to, since he was laying down. "But that doesn't mean I won't kill you later sometime. Maybe I'm just waiting till the moment you least expect it."
Kita frowns at him, not saying anything for a long time. "That would make sense, I suppose. Who would've known the one person I could talk to somewhat would be a demon intent on killing me."
"Depressing, isn't it?" Solas had to agree. "But technically, I'm not trying to kill you. I'm trying to steal your soul. But, since your soul is what keeps your body animated, the process of stealing your soul will basically kill you, yes."
"Let's not get into details, alright?" Kita curls up on her bed, some of her raven black hair hiding her face, but she made no effort to push it out of her eyes. "Considering I'm already ridiculously late for work, I may as well try to go back to sleep."
Solas nodded slowly, finally pushing himself up and going to the window. "Can you sleep with me watching you?" he murmured with a teasing smile, though he was pretty serious. "Well, I mean, I know you can, considering I've been watching you for weeks now. But now that you actually know that I'm here..?"
"I probably can't, but it's worth trying," Kita replies, sighing. "Why choose me, though? I don't especially stand out in a crowd."
"Everyone stands out in their own way," Solas assured. Should he leave, let her rest? He glanced out the window, then back at her. "For instance: you are stubborn, and put up a fight, but at the same time you can be very... tame? Like a cat." He smirked slightly.
"And you like that?" Kita asks, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, obviously not enough to let me stay alive, but still... Is that why you chose me of all people?"
Solas shrugged, a tiny sheepish smile tugging on his lips. "Well, that, and... You're pretty. Even your soul is pretty. I can tell it'll taste good."
"Right... Then just get it over with. It's not as if I'll fight or anything. And you're only teasing yourself by not taking it."
"No, no, it's fine," Solas murmured, shaking his head. "The wait just makes it more worth-while, you know? Besides... I didn't realise you were so... depressed? I want you happier before anything happens."
"I don't know whether to kiss you or slap you," Kita mutters, sighing. "Honestly, it's annoying."