"How does it feel to be in the body of a female demon? Does it feel strange?" I asked. "It was a shame that it wasn't a male—"
"What do you mean? Why would it feel strange to me?" Tavros asked. "Sure, the size is different and it feels a little weird being in a new body, but the gender of my old body and this new one didn't change. I was always female."
"..."
"What's wrong, friend? Did you mistake me for a male?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No. I always knew that you were female."
Tavros laughed and before she could call me out on my mistake, I asked another question, "How does it feel to be free? Not just in your soul form but physically free?"
"It feels amazing. It would've been better to be in my old body, but beggars can't be choosers."
Tavros then clenched her hand a few times before opening it up into its widest state. "I can't tell if this strength belongs to the demon," she uttered, "or if it is a remnant of my former strength that I brought along with me."
