Enyx hissed again, warning Deimos to stay away from this scaly woman-thing that had crawled out from the deep. She wrapped herself around Deimos and his limbs protectively and possessively before he commanded her to calm down via the link they shared in his mind. At that time she hung back and let herself flow along his shoulders like the black, smoky, cloak she normally appeared as. She was a shade, as incorporeal as the air around her.
Deimos, on his own end, wasn't quite sure what to make of this woman. Obviously she was delusional, and this was weird even if this was a dream, as he was sure that he did not call her name. He had no intention of calling anyway so there must have been a mistake, it had to be. It wasn't every day scaly female people came out of the water claiming in some haughty arrogant fashion that he had, in fact, called out to her. At this Deimos frowned internally and decided then that he didn't like this woman. What was her purpose anyway? Was she only here to claim people called her?
"Oh, please," he replied, rolling his eyes and glaring at her. He pushed a braided lock back out of his face and made his face as snarlingly unpleasant as possible. "You're too quick to assume, scaley demon. You're too presumptuous. I would be careful if I were you, you know not with whom you speak. Why would I want to call you anyway? What purpose do you serve? I'll have you know that women throw themselves at my feet when I choose them to. And now I have an itch to kill you and throw your body back in the lake from whence you came."
