Nouma's eyes locked onto Rob's movement for a brief moment, then flickered around. He nodded slightly and raised a hand, trying to summon the chair to him with his hellish power. It didn't work, as he anticipated. With a snort of annoyance he stepped forward and pulled the chair closer to him with his long arms. There was something about the human, but he couldn't think enough to figure it out. He slowly took a seat and examined one hand. The cuts were starting to clot but the glass was deep. He let his hand fall and head flop to his chest. He would worry about it later.. He just needed a minute to compose himself...

Nouma opened his eyes once his heart rate stopped jumping. He licked his dry lips and accepted it: he was weak. For the moment. He looked up to see the human perched on the edge of the desk. He glared and almost growled, but resisted the urge. Fear was not necessary at the moment, it would only worsen things. His hand clenched and the pain quickly reversed the action. Humans ought never to see him weak. They had no right. And yet, of the two humans here the larger stronger had fled. What did the smaller human have that he didn't? He wondered. He examined the human for a moment. A woman, with a lean yet tough tan frame, dark hair, and the green specs in the sea of brown that drew his attention. Nouma tried to pull at a glass shard and proceeded to make his other hand throb. Defeatedly he held out his hand to the woman.

Nouma watched the process in caustic acceptance. He sniffed, green eyes roving past the woman into places unseen. Humans, he mused. So weak and fleshy. He felt better once the bleeding was stopped. If only he hadn't been weakened before. The cuts would have been nothing. He brushed at the bits in his leg. They would come out once his fiery blood coursed without resistence. In the meantime he worked at the bigger bits, more out of boredom and annoyance than pain. His nostrils flared angrily. He heard the clatter of the human next to him. Starting slightly, he turned his piercing gaze on her. He frowned as he remembered what he had been trying to pinpoint. This human, this woman, had been rattled by his appearance. He recalled it in the mirror. He was a sight even a weak demon would be leery of. Yet, despite that, this strange human had immediately wanted to help. Why? He recalled the man. A sudden anger came over him. He did not know its source. He narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Who are you?" he said at length.

Nouma felt slightly insulted, but of course humans would not recognize a sly demon such as himself. He was affirming himself and he knew it. He licked his lips and grimaced. "I work for the second most powerful person on this earth." he announced. He wished it was first, but there was no point denying it. Some things were more powerful than he. He felt rage turn his blood to ice and bones to steel. If he had his demonic powers he could spread his terrifying wings and stretch his maw of fangs to grotesque proportions. She would shake in fear at his hideous red form and cower in the gaze of his acidic eyes.

Nouma snorted internally. Home? Of couse he wanted to go home. A thousand degree furnace of peace and agony. Where he was powerful and bullied the weak demons with his massive wings. At least he was still tall. He leaned forward and stood up. He glared at the puppy. How had he mistaken that for the massive, murderous hounds of hell? He clenched his hand. Focus. He needed a plan. His green eyes roved agitatedly as he formed one. He needed somewhere to lie low for a few days. Let his strength come back. A grin tugged at the corners of Nouma's mouth as he found an oppurtunity. "Where did your friend go? The one who ran off earlier. Maybe he can take me where I need to go." he said.