Kai stares at her, obviously able to tell she wasn't a child "I'm probably younger than you are. So no. This doesn't count. Actually. Now that I'm getting a good look at you. Eh. I'm being traumatized. What is all this-" The syphon lift his hand and made a circle motion in front of her face.

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Kai glanced to one side, looking a bit tired of all the threats. Of course, he had been through this several times before, now. Looking back to woman, then toward her spear he inhaled deeply "So. You clearly weren't listening to what I just said." Pausing he bites on his lips and raised his eyebrows, quickly looking away again before looking back to her "So I guess i'll explain. I love talking about myself!" He muttered somewhat excitedly. Then he lied "I just really like hurting people who get in my way. It gives me a thrill!" Shivering slightly he brought his hands close to his chest for a moment "Gives me little butterflies in my gut. Because, I'm a sociopath. Or whatever people are comfortable with claiming I am. Whatever." His eyes half closing he dropped his head to one side, slightly, giving an exhausted look toward her "You think you can make it to that Spear, and throw it into me. Before I can stop you?"

Running his hands along the front of his jacket, Kai glances around for a moment, spotting the blood that lead up to the being, just the being he was looking for, one might say. She seemed to be doing quite a job before whatever managed to get to her, got to her. Good thing he was just passing by, right? Kai bites lightly on his bottom lip for a moment and pauses in his stride toward her. Watching then as she broke from her restraints and did something completely weird. Dull eyes watched her for a moment as a wave of nausea hit him briefly for a moment.

His eyes lightly flutter for a moment, he glances up then and to one side, letting out a breath. As Oraia spoke he gives a few light nods, seemingly listening to what she had to say "Oh yeah. I've been doing a lot of research." Being looked in several prison worlds for most of his life, alone, meant he could get a lot more done than your average run of the mill twenty something year old with problems. Clearing his throat then he starts walking toward her "My name is Dean Winchester."