There's so much for a young monster who's been living almost exclusively in survival mode to learn. About himself and about other monsters. As it stands now, he's not even aware of the sheer number of them out there, the variety of them. Demons, creatures from myth and legend. He has no idea that they live and breathe, just as he does. It's still so beyond his realm of experience. All he's ever encountered (that he knows of) are himself, this demon, whatever the Council's envoys might have been (surely no common humans), and Fomorians.

And this demon, small though he is, commanded too much space in Su-jin's mind. He seems to crawl into every sense and linger there, seeping deeper into the crevices Su-jin didn't realize are even there. Beautiful, commanding those around him to look. Entrancing to hear him speak. The scent of him, perhaps unnoticed by humans, trying to drive Su-jin into some sort of frenzy. The brief touch that left Su-jin skittering away... Soft and warm. It's only natural for a creature like Su-jin to then wonder what he must taste like. But Su-jin doesn't want to think about that. Not now or ever. He hates the way he craves the salt and iron of flesh and blood...

Alright, if Vena's going to insist on staying in his line of sight, Su-jin will simply stare over his head.

"Yes." There's no shame in that. He's had more pressing issues to deal with.