Skipping over the fact that the other narrator's inability to spell made this narrator infinitely confused as they did not know censer as a word existed before so Google yielded frustratingly few result to aid in clarification, Delphia nodded, understanding now what the man meant. It didn't really matter to her either way was the man called her. Smokey suited her just as find as anything else.
The comment about coming back from the dead made her brow furrow in confusion though. That was quite a grandiose statement to make. Her father rarely allowed for such concessions and certainly never allowed them - to her knowledge - without some sort of exchange to maintain the balance. "What did you give to my father in exchange for your mortal soul and form then?" she asked, missing entirely the undertone of his words and actions, so engrossed as she was in understanding what sort of deal this man had made with Death himself.
The comment about coming back from the dead made her brow furrow in confusion though. That was quite a grandiose statement to make. Her father rarely allowed for such concessions and certainly never allowed them - to her knowledge - without some sort of exchange to maintain the balance. "What did you give to my father in exchange for your mortal soul and form then?" she asked, missing entirely the undertone of his words and actions, so engrossed as she was in understanding what sort of deal this man had made with Death himself.
DELPHIA
