"Where is Dulce?" Kath'tan strode into the leisure room, taking off the cloak draped over his shoulders.
Asael glanced up from the book he had picked up to pass the time, because returning to the witch's shop was simply tempting fate.
"In Fairwyn." He deigned to reply, mildly displeased to see the return of another Demon.
To his surprise, the Fiend didn't leave immediately, taking his seat on one of the armchairs instead. Asael ignored him, returning to his book. It was a piece on seasonal flowers, Dulce's tastes were rather peculiar.
He tuned the Demon out, grudgingly impressed at how long he managed to sit without breaking the silence. Kath'tan's tapping foot fractured the peaceful silence of the room and as he reached for the same paperweight for the seventh time, Asael cracked.
"Why are you still here?"
"What do you know about being gentle?" Kath'tan blurted out instead, his brows furrowed. This was clearly a very important subject to him.
