The discussion went on for a little longer, though it was now primarily between the two Demonesses as they discussed more 'personal' things that regarded their race instead of the things I could relate to.
Yes, you could argue that I was aware of the things they were discussing and understood how they functioned and thought because of my 'owner' being a Demoness as well, but no matter how much she tried to biologically imprint herself onto me I would never understand what it is like to be a Demoness.
So I sort of spaced out a little and left them to their own discussion, listening to it and shelving away all of the information for later as I tried to focus on what I was doing now instead, which was searching for joy from the vast amounts of blood I was shedding.