Sil: *Checking down at the bottle his eyes widen as his human form shattered. Crawling up on his chair to grow closer to Zakari, he dropped the glass. The glass fell to the ground, it's contents splashing up onto the posh chair, staining it, the rest pooled on the ground, along with shattered glass.* "Like.. why am I here? I can't dance, I'm poor, and I'm an unlovable demon!" *He said, rashly*