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Nina's in the bar. Nondescript clothing, subdued look, no drink. Just a dark, distant stare off into space.

When lo, along comes...

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Asmodean considered for a moment.

"Well, slightly more than a handful do I visit on numerous occasions."

He paused.

"Though those who enjoy my music or my company are always visited regularly."

"You've never thought of giving a concert or anything?" Nina is genuinely curious. "It's not like you wouldn't be well-received..."

Asmodean considered and shook his head.

"No, I suppose the acoustics of this place are not given to that."

He paused and smiled slightly.

"Besides, concerts are very impersonal, and interacting with my patrons holds a certain joy."

"How do you make it so personal?" Nina furrows her brows, her eyes serious and searching, almost as if trying to read the hidden secret in his dark gaze. "It's like--it's as if you have the power to read souls, hearts and mind, and respond to that. How?"

Asmodean leveled a dark-eyed gaze against her. A touch of smug amusement on his face, an almost predatory smirk. Nina might be inclined to think he could read her like an open book, while his dark eyes are disinclined to give up their secrets.

"While I do have the power to read the thoughts and peruse memories, it is not something that I do without need. It is impolite."

He paused.

"Besides, when you have been around as long as I have you learn to read into people's movements and actions. Combine that with music that speaks to the heart's of men, and that is your answer."

Nina is so inclined. Once again she feels vulnerable, exposed and wounded raw, and swallows her hurt as best as she can. "It sounds like you use that skill with more than music..."

Asmodean shrugged slightly, but did not take his dark eyes from Nina.

"I have before."

His voice is still as calm as ever.

"How?" Nina feels, not for the first time, a slight twinge of fear.

Suddenly, Asmodean's eyes fill with fire. Not a metaphorical one, but a literal fire as a way to describe the emanations of power from his eyes. The very air around him begins to burn, and lightning flickers around his body.

"I have ways, Lady Nina."

Just as quickly, the power is gone, and those dark eyes still remain.

Nina is frozen to her seat, trying very, very hard not to run away. "Impressive," she says softly, her voice a little faint. "Can that be... can that be learned?"

Asmodean considered. His dark eyes still watching, a gleam of something fell in his eyes.

"You have to have the ability inborn, and I rather doubt that you have such abilities."

He paused

"There are entities which have given powers more dangerous and mighty to their followers."

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