Ange has seen Amakusa getting quite comfortable with couches before, really, but today tops all other occasions. The way he was sitting there with his feet up, as if he owned the place.. well, he did own the place, but it was still a lazy yet cocky enough position she would expect from him.

She sighed, putting her hands on her hips as she thought of what to ask him. Sure, she had plenty of questions, anyone would have after being thrown into some weird sort of scene like this. The problem was just where to start. ... There was one thing she could think of on the top of her head, since it was bothering her a little.

"Okay, so.. if you're really furniture sent by those witches to watch over me, how much do you know about me exactly?" If he was just human, after all, he would only know that her family had mysteriously died and that would be it. But if not, how much would he know? And how much would she like for him to know exactly?