Tilting her head curiously, now to the other side, her smile fades slightly," Ei.. Ha-moe-thai?" She tries, repeating the name until it sounded correct, and her tongue had managed to mimic the accents," Eihmo'tei-" nodding shortly, she placed a delicate hand upon her chest- it was almost mesmerizing how... Untouched the pale skin was- as if she had forever been shielded by umbrellas of silk- until now," Aeva," she answered. It was never wise for a demon to give their full name- who knew who was a master in demon craft and could invoke their name? Making them a slave?