Alois felt the weight lifted off of his chest, but the other reacted so weirdly to him that he wanted to ask if he was alright. The human was having trouble seeing the demon having actual feelings that were as real as his. Zico wasn't just this dark void of nothingness and murder, and it was hurting him a bit to think that he didn't see that before. He assumed the demon was scared shitless that he was caught doing something so horrible as killing an angel. His lips twitched to a frown as he looked over Zico, he looked more human than he thought a demon would.<br/><br/>"We don't think it's like that, but it's true. If it's your life or another's, you'd pick your own. I probably could have stepped through the fire fully and thrown my mother over and just burned to death. But when that flame caught my pants I panicked and gave up, my blood over hers," He shook his head, he wanted to change the subject to something more light and not full out depressing. He looked into the pot, "Could we eat? I haven't eaten good food in forever and the smell is killing me," He dropped from the counter and went back to the table where he pulled the chair out and dropped into it.<br/><br/>"I'm sure it's good," He added softly, a bit awkwardly. Trying to be nice to someone he wasn't that fond of was quite difficult. The demon showed him bits of kindness though, like not killing him... and the clothes, not laughing at his scar. He just had a bitchy shell that he assumed only his brother could crack open. That's what brothers did anyways, Jay turned him into a completely different person whenever he was around.