Faelan couldn't help but smile at her complacency. It was a little humbling to see her too shy to snap at him for once. He wasn't entirely sure though, something still nagged at him saying she knew about the kiss. But, in all honesty, she might just have been embarrassed to have woken up on his chest. Thinking about it now, that kiss had probably been a first, and he almost felt guilty that she'd wasted it on him, and probably didn't even remember doing it. Throwing on his shoes, he had to bite his lip as he walked out to keep himself from making an awkward joke she might not even understand.<br/><br/>"Meet me down there when you are done prettying yourself up, you've got all the money, and I don't intend on going without breakfast." It seemed awfully quiet compared to the night before as he walked down the stairs, only the faint noises of the piano playing. The place was damn near empty as he cleared the last few steps, the same two demons tending the bar and playing the piano. A single other patron sat in the room, chowing down on some weird looking breakfast. Walking to the same seat he'd had the night before, the bartender soon came over with a grin on. "Hey there bub, how'd last night treat you? Didn't hear as much creaking as I thought I would."<br/><br/>Sliding a plate of what appeared to be bacon over to Faelan almost as soon as he sat, the demon leaned onto the counter with two hands, the other two seemingly working under the counter. Taking a hesitant bite out of the meat, he was surprised on how much it tasted like actual bacon too. "That's because nothing happened. We're... business partners, I'm not screwing her. And that potion didn't wear off like you said it would."<i>First you are living with them, now you're kissing them and holding a conversation over breakfast. </i>The times had sure changed since before he'd been bonded.<br/><br/>"It's a damn shame for you then. Those potions are magical, they wear off when the wearer wants it to wear off. And she seemed drunk enough to fuck and flop. Missed a golden opportunity bub," the demon quipped as he stood up. "It's not every day you get something that fine to follow you to a bar then a bed." Faelan genuinely didn't know how to respond to the demon, it wasn't uncommon to run into people with that mentality in bars on Earth, but he imagined it'd be the norm around here. It was literally hell after all. Looking into the demon's multitude of eyes, he grunted, "She's a patron, just like I am, and a person of her own. Have a little respect and decency will you?"<br/><br/>Rolling more eyes than he should have, the demon scoffed and continued his upkeep. "Whatever you say bub, I'm just saying when you have you shiny bit, you should learn to enjoy it before it's spent. Meal's on me, end of shift. You actually just managed to nab those before I tossed 'em out." As he went about his duties, Faelan's mind returned to what he'd said. There wasn't a way in hell he'd wanted to kiss that pile of scales. She'd be attractive as a human, but Faelan had his standards when it came to women. He drew the lines well before horns and fire breath. His gaze turned to her as she came down, and swallowing hard, he had to ask himself if he was really starting to get attached to her.