A Sudden Storm

Akuma did nothing more than watch her close, slited pupils peering as she seemed to prepare the tea; putting herbs they had chosen separately into each cup of hot water. The smell wafted up with the steam, filling his noise with their scent. Potent, was a word he could use to describe it; pleasant another. He let out a soft noise, almost like a content growl as he sat there, then his eyes slowly panned to the female in the room. "Living out here is quite... dangerous," he spoke low, serious tone, "would it not be easier to live in a village, or perhaps a city?"