"Can't even think about it? Besides, even if you ask me to do something, I can learn, as long as it's not like before... Moreover, back then, I really thought it wouldn't be bad to have a Little Demon with you... I don't mean those mindless and senseless little demons out there, I mean a child between you and me wouldn't be bad."
Fisher opened his mouth, then raised his head to meet the eyes of Elliog, who was sitting on the table, just inches away from him.
Under the gaze of Helair's painting behind him, amidst the faint scent of saltpeter, Fisher couldn't stop himself from swallowing a gulp of saliva.
The tail behind Elliog swayed slightly, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent, yet, invisibly, the distance between them shortened slightly as they looked at each other.
