Ailen was truly just happy to be of use to Anais. Anais herself thought this a bit strange, but also oddly encouraging. Her friends were affirming, but she was quite fond of having adult supervision. Moving on, there was indeed a separate definition for prey from this black haired demon. He said prey was sustenance. His ideations about predation were interesting. In this case, and applied to her current understanding of things it was strange. Ah, but Salt-sama seemed to be someone that Ailen looked up to, 'Aww, Salt-sama is Shishou's senpai,' she thought about the situation. Elves were known to be strange seekers of knowledge, so obviously the man with forbidden knowledge would be a hot commodity. Ailen's musings about something likely said by this demon in the past was rather interesting. It implied that it was something he'd been thinking about for a while, knowing the truth and lack of even thought about infallibility made Ailen a very likeable teacher. Nothing worse than someone who couldn't be wrong being in charge of someone else. "Active predation requires intent..." she mused a piece of a thought. Given his definition, this man had decided that predating herself, Chuck and maybe Astolfo might have been worth it to feed him in some way. The implication odd, but she'd give it some thorough consideration before she gave an answer.
Instead of that, she took her mind down a different path. After answering the man's question she was given a strange assessment. Both she, and the spirit that inhabited her form were doing a bad job. He claimed Ailen should have taught her that by now... and maybe he had. But there was a lot of things in her head already and it could be assumed that he didn't mean that as directly as her brain took it. According to this individual she'd grown backwards and he wanted to know how. "Hm, that word hits my ears weird... box it. Not currently important..." she thought to herself. "You think I grew backwards, given what it is like here... I am considered spiritually and physically underdeveloped," she said. There were many things to consider about how she'd ended up this way, but they all led back to the same place and a rather simple bit of understanding. If she took both the practice of taking mana and spiritual development into the same hat, she could figure out why both she and the spirit in her form weren't very large. "Aincrad is terrible..." she muttered. "Not just the ritual child sacrifice, that was unknown or even the weird vertigo. Spiritual development isn't understood or it is and it is being purposefully stifled. It's taught wrong. People like me were told that purity in all forms was necessary to keep our power or grow it. Nature and gods related to it are marked as evil, sinful to worship or even look into while serving the one true god," she said thinking about it logically. "So, it's small and I'm small because I don't take in any mana and it's powers can't grow because my body can't handle it... that sounds closer to right than wrong," she said. That felt like writing a term paper, still she felt both satisfied and annoyed by that information. 'Malnourished, misinformed, and almost a ritual sacrifice, yep back to the doom flags with a vengeance.' she thought only to have her other voice return at the same moment. 'Well, at least Shishou's a great meal~'
Further and further back Charles found himself. By the time he hit that squishy end, Sakura was pleased beyond reason. And he was even struggling to end a sentence. That was interesting, she watched his face from so close that she managed to be more than a bit enthused by his hiccup. He thought that was supposed to be the end, but she had something to say about that... "It's more like the beginning but I'm sure you've realized it by now~" she teased the lad as he withdrew a bit. He'd found is way towards her depths and she in turn had found a sensation her body didn't fully know how to deal with. It was pleasant, and something she sought more of. So, she'd easily find her hips shifting in time with his, to force him against that end of her as much as possible. She'd allow it to continue on... all the while her body seemed to be progressing towards a specific end which would be reached with a bit more friction applied.