"I asked the same." Jack nods to her, communicating that it's a question that should be asked, then scoots down a little further against the couch. "When they finished their schooling, they were forced to take these enormous tattoos on their backs, and the demons were locked into the tattoo somehow. He described it like a creature, a vicious little thing to release in the case of emergency. To attack whatever might threaten his life. Imagine-" He sighs out a breath and shakes his head minutely. He's still disturbed by the idea that the people at this school forced this thing into Eliot without really letting him know what was happening. "-living knowing something like that is stored away inside you."

"His world- both of them- It all seems too impossible to believe." He huffs out a laugh and rubs a hand down the length of his thigh to rest at his knee, then pulls it back and scratches his hand back through his hair. Some parts of the stories Eliot tells sound so horrible, and some like a fairy tale come to life, but all of it is fantastic in a way that fascinates him.

"Eliot said they used to throw him parades for his birthday." He grins and looks away a moment, trying to catalogue the emotion that the thought gives him. He has a mental image of a crowd moving down a street in view of a castle balcony where Eliot might stand waving. It's good, to think of Eliot where he belongs, but at the same time, he knows that Eliot is at a loss here without his kingdom. A single friendship with a pirate doesn't make a good substitute.

He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth to wet it, then looks back towards her. "He didn't elaborate much about the demon, but I saw the tattoo. I touched it." It feels important somehow, that he tell her that he touched the tattoo- like otherwise it might feel like he'd hidden something from her. "Eliot said that when the demon had been in there it had felt cold...and I expected...I don't know. It didn't feel like anything." It felt warm, though he doesn't say that.