She was not the only one who felt relief when the door shut and he was left alone into the office of his own devising. He kept his palm pressed flat against the doorframe, his weight held by his straightened arm, as a grin stretched out over his face. A rumble started in his chest and spread upwards, until he was chuckling under his breath at his own stupidity. Pushing back, he jerked open the door to his office and stepped out into the hubbub of the gastropub the bar currently resembled. It changed, depending on his own whims, and where the main gate was currently open. And that was random, it seemed, following the strongest leyline flows around the world. At least this one stayed within the confines of Earth and did not travel the different planes, even if they crossed from time to time. Though that might be because of his tether to the lines. And to this place.<br/><br/><br/>He reached down, adjusting his erection in his pants so that it wasn’t immediately visible, then headed up to the bar. Pace said nothing when he reached out, grabbing the demon Abernus by the collar of the shirt he wore to fit in with the rest. The demon wrenched around to protest, hissing through a mouthful of fangs as his eyes bled red, then froze once he realized just who had him.<br/><br/><br/>Pace smiled benignly down at the demon and lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “It looks like it’s time for you to go on your way, Abernus. Until next time?” He jerked his arm, muscles clenching, and hauled the demon’s form from the stool until he got his own feet. Only then did Pace release him, confident that the abyssal was smart enough not to attack - or do anything foolish - in the Jackal’s own territory.<br/><br/><br/>“What’s this about. Did that cunt suck you off to get what she--”<br/><br/><br/>Pace’s fist was like a sledgehammer against the demon’s cheek. Words, spit, and a spray of dark blood flew through the air along with the body of the abysmal that skidded across the wood. The demon lay there, moaning, where he landed and rested his good cheek while he struggled to get his bearings. Pace didn’t give him too much time - or too many choices - when rough hands reached down and grabbed the demon by the arms, hauling him up from the floor and marching - dragging, really - Abernus to the front door of the bar.<br/><br/><br/>“No,” came Pace’s chipper reply, finally, just as he reached around the demon’s body to fling open the door into the outside world. “Back where you belong, the abysmal plains. Happy hunting!” He sang after the demon as his hand retreated, pushing the demon at the center of his back into his rightful plane of existence. The door shut with a thunk behind him and, without looking at the ogling faces that now watched him, the bartender strode back to his office, swung open the door, and slammed it shut behind him.<br/><br/><br/>The adrenaline that pumped through his veins was only just beginning to settle when his door opened again. Pace had sunk down behind his desk and had opened up a game of solitaire - the kind from Windows 95 or earlier - on what he liked to call his work computer, but his attention snapped up with an upward curl of his lip, ready to tell whoever had disrupted his peace to leave, when the woman’s dark head appeared. He shut his mouth quick, the surprise registering on his features.<br/><br/><br/>No, he hadn’t expected her to actually come back. Let alone with the ice cream he had requested. And…<br/><br/><br/>His nostrils flared, his stomach rumbling as the scent of the apple pie filled his senses. “Ah,” He checked the non-existent clock on his computer screen, then puzzled back up to her. “That took longer than I thought it would. What took you so long?”<br/><br/><br/>It had actually taken her no time at all. Which what that really meant was -- it was a fake errand that she had run regardless. Hiding his smile, he peeled himself off of his chair and moved back around, taking both pints and the pie away from her. Back here, he had no plates, so he was grateful that she had brought the plasticware. Setting both pints down on his desk, he opened them both, shoved the spoons into the churned cream, and slid one closer to her at the edge of the desk. The pie he simply opened so that its flavorful aroma filled the condensed box of his office.<br/><br/><br/>“Dig in,” he invited, his voice a murmur, his eyes thoughtful and curious as he watched the woman a moment, then returned to his spot behind his desk, pulling the ice cream up, and taking a bite.