[ My goodness. Alla has no control at all, and it's like a veritable fountain just burst to life before him. Pitch had been feeling strange, moody, even snapped easily at those poor souls that tried to get near him, but an offhand comment pushed all of that other nonsense aside.

Pitch came closer into view, though the hammered gold of his eyes glowed no less.]

Ah, but whatever shape you are on the outside hardly matters.

[ There's so much fear it's as though Alla is handing himself to Pitch on a silver platter. Making the dark shape strong enough to take on a solidity and a...collar? ]

I am not a demon, as I said, but you are the one showing me the way into your heart, Alla.

[ Now lets see what the surname is...]