Carol
With a sound between a whine and a growl, she explained, **"** ***Apparently*** **We haven't been sending them enough souls lately."** She spat her words with all her venom, **"They're very unhappy and expect more, much more, of us."** She sighed deeply, brows furrowing and her tone returning to merely irritated, **"My habit of taking the highest paying jobs is biting us in the ass. I didn't even think about the lack of killing... But we have to fix it.** ***Soon*** **."** Demons weren't known for being particularly patient. She put a hand over her scarred eye, rubbing softly, the other seaglass eye searching Alexander's face. She would never regret bringing him back, same as she would never regret whatever had to be done to keep them both safe. She'd thrown away a life of respect and prestige for him, and considered it more than worth it. All she'd ever done was learn how to make money and master her magics; he'd given her the world, broken her out of her icy solitude. 

Dropping her hand from her eye, she placed it on his arm, brows furrowed in thought. **"What kinds of jobs have you heard about lately? Or seen posted? We've been banned from the mercenary's guild, but someone will talk to us."** She hummed as she continued to think out loud, **"And of course Ragnar is always well-connected. He can be our emergency strategy if all else fails. He'll have something."** She tried to muster a ghost of a smile as she attempted to ignore the pounding in her skull.
Warren
"***Just like you aye?***" The brute said with a playful tone to his voice, trying to help simmer the fire of Adelaide- perhaps even turn it towards him, that always seems to work. As she turned around be tore a small piece of cloth from his shirt, tattered and worn as it was from his less than careful training from earlier, and began to bandage her hand with care surprising for one of his size and stature.

"***Ah, the coffers aren't as full as they'd like.***" His words warm as honey despite his betters half venomous tone. "***We'll find a way Addie, we always do.***" With those words he looked up at her, his own dark silver eyes cool compared to the fire of the necromancers gaze. Determination filled his own as it always did, the powerful stubbornness that always persisted with him.

Even as Adelaide moved her hand up to massage her scarred eye while her other searched his face all she could find with a small smile and eyes filled with a righteous determination. He was always so gentle when the was caring for her, or even simply alone with or near her, she brought out a side of him that seemed unblemished and unstained by the past he relived endlessly in his nightmares.

"***Well, as luck would have it, I have the perfect job lined up. Twenty gold a head, a band of knights guarding a small fort on the outskirts of Velaris has angered a very wealthy noble... Plenty of souls and money to be made.***" Alexander chuckled when the ghost of a smile appeared on Addie's face, he knew she wasn't well after what happened, she never was- however he refused to let that stop him from caring for her.

"***I'll do some recon and you get some rest, yeah?***"
Carol
Adelaide only rolled her eyes and barked a laugh at his remark. She couldn't entirely argue. She'd do almost anything if it got her what she wanted. She'd killed far more people than she could count, cheated, stolen, lied, and betrayed those that were her supposed allies. All of it for her and those she loved. She was shocked it hadn't happened yet, but she feared the day her family got dragged into the chaos she had begun. Perhaps the demons would leave them alone, knowing they had her by throat with Alexander alone. 

Looking back into his cool eyes, his honeyed voice settling into her, she relaxed a little. She still felt irritated with herself but not to the same extent. It just fueled her resolve to do better, push harder, accomplish more; the rage slowly turned into a grim stubbornness. It was her job to keep track of these things, but she had gotten distracted by money once again. Her seemingly cool eyes mirrored the determination of his own, and she knew he could always see the warmth beneath that thin layer of ice. It was reserved solely for him, and him alone. Her draw to money was nearly as old as she was, and it was a hard habit for her to break. Finally having a chance to live a life of means, she didn't intend for herself or anyone she cared for to ever be destitute again. She would always work to the bone to prevent it.

The necromancer struggled responding to his encouragement, trying to manage a tone that conveyed the worry she felt, but it still just came out sounding annoyed, **"I** ***Know*** **We do. But I don't like taking chances. I don't like any bill I owe being late. It's unsettling."** She remembered times in her childhood when the cronies of nobles would come knocking, looking for overdue taxes that they still weren't able to pay. Those men would take anything of value they could find or rough you up if there was nothing to take. She wouldn't suffer such humiliation again. She would protect what was hers, including her people. She and Alexander had *Been* Those men, on some occasions, when they took such jobs. But again it was her faulty compass, and how she would do anything, even the very things she hated and feared, for those she held dear. 

Nodding, Adelaide felt relieved and thankful; she really couldn't ask for a better companion, a better partner, than Alexander. At times it was like he anticipated her needs before she even knew what they were. **"That sounds perfect,"** She purred with satisfaction. An excellent opportunity to work off the anger of this meeting. At his next suggestion however, her brows furrowed, and though she felt the ache throbbing behind her eye, it didn't diminish her disapproval one bit. **"Absolutely not."** The hand that had just been gently placed on his arm squeezed with a vice grip, as if it would stop him from leaving or taking any action. She knew very well he could overpower her in an instant; but she also knew he would listen to her. **"I don't need rest. I need to fight."** Her voice was desperate and strained. Her unspoken desire was written easily enough on her face, as she couldn't hide anything from him. *Please don't leave me here alone.*
Warren
Her laugh always made him smile, even at times when it had been at his expense, her laugh always felt good to hear. She didn't laugh often, not as much as he wished he did, so whenever the time came he hold onto every second.

He knew her sounding annoyed was not intentional, not in a rude way anyhow, it was just how Addie is and he knows that. Thus, he doesn't skip a beat. 

"***I know, I know. We won't take any chances, and if anything I know some people who can get us some work... Less pay, but plentiful souls.***" He always had a plan, even if Adelaide is considered the smarter of the two, Alexander always has a way out. He's always been like that; it was a strategy hard wired into his mind, to always have a way out. Be that in a fight, in a building or in a sticky situation like theirs, he was never without a plan.

"***Good, then I'll get my-***" Her grip tightened on his arm- it always made him laugh a little at how feisty she is despite his size. She knew well and good he'd never do anything to hurt her, much less break away from her touch. He knew that her disapproval was not out of doubt in his abilities, never that. His eyes met hers and he smiled at her last words, he could see it plain as day, even if to others she was unreadable.

His free arm moved, a hand gently placed on the one gripping his arm. "***I wouldn't have it any other way.***" His smile turned into a small smirk, a little inclination as to his excitement to get into a fight- but a fight by her side as well. He always loved battle, damn good at it too, but when she was crossing swords steps away from him the fire in his heart burned all the hotter for it.