The call and brief, mostly because he forced it to be. Cutting off her sentences and speaking quickly and giving little to no explanation of what he was actually doing. "A-And no sugar, please... Tell him I said good night and good morning," He said nervously before hanging up the phone and sliding it into his pocket. He could tell by her tone she didn't believe it was 'work', mostly because he didn't even have a job at the moment. The demons didn't know that though, so it didn't really matter what bullshit he spewed at her as long as it wasn't obvious that he was practically being held hostage by demons who tried to suck his soul out.<br/><br/>Listening to them argue he kept switching his weight, his leg was aching so badly from the constant standing. The doctor didn't want him on it too much, but he couldn't help it, and he wouldn't show his burn scar to the younger one unless forced. Being pushed he nearly tripped on his own feet, slamming his burned foot into the ground to catch himself, a small hiss leaving his lips as he balanced himself. Then, he was in the arms of the other demon, his eyes squeezed tightly... and then his feet were no longer on the floor.<br/><br/>Opening his eyes was a huge mistake as he nearly screamed. He held onto Zico tightly, maybe a little painfully as he could feel his own heart racing in his chest. "Why are we so high... why are we so high, we could have been lower--" He whispered in a terrified voice. Now the dull throbbing in his leg didn't seem so bad to walk on, he'd much rather be walking. He didn't trust that the demon would really hold him the whole flight, maybe just let him go randomly and laugh as he dropped to his death.