<div style="text-align: center">Vestele: <br/>​</div><br/>Laylah fought to keep back the frown from her face, how could this demon sit here and speak of his many slaves that he enjoys and still in the same sentence claim her special ? She was not special, she didn’t want to be special not if it having to please the male in such ways. She couldn’t help but let a smirk curl over her lips at the idea of being an annoyance for the other Demon lords, but she wondered about what his words meant ? Would she be allowed to help with their downfall ? She wanted to ask but held her tongue unwilling to say the words which lingered in her mind. She thought over his words, it was true that he was a handsome man but Demons and Angel did not mix in such a way it was unheard of and it was wrong wasn’t it?<br/><br/>She nodded sharply as he mentioned giving her time, she was at least thankful for that. She wouldn’t have to deal his attentions straightaway. She muttered under her breath as he mentioned her getting to know him “ No doubt, You’ll make sure of that”. She focused on the food not really interesting in conversation with the new found information currently being processed. She settled him with a glare as he regarded her outfit, the small scraps of clothing covered barely anything. “I don’t believe it can be called an outfit, its mere scraps of clothing” she couldn’t hold back her thoughts on the outfit any longer. She continued to eat and drink, her eyes darting over to Dante every few bites as if the Demon was going to lean over and bite her.<br/><br/>Laylah would have preferred Midnight be present but the large cat had disappeared soon after she had arrived in the dining room,no doubt out getting his own meal for this evening. As the servant entered Laylah’s eyes trailed over him as he moved to Dante and whispered in his ear, she watched as his eyes showed a touch of amusement before his cryptic comment about something being interesting before the servant disappeared once more.<br/><br/>A few moments later a Demon lord entered the room, Laylah could tell within the first few moments that the pair were not allies. She glanced up at the newcomer as she took in his features and memorized his face it would pay her well to know those who were a threat to her.<br/><br/>The Pompous lord demanded her execution, she had been expecting it. All demons seemed to think killing her would be an easy feat, if it came to that she would put up a fight, her hand moved under the table and she prepared for conflict. However it never came Dante shut him down immediately as he sited the Law and how it was his legal right to be able to own an Angel as a slave and while in his presence or on his lands she would be immune from execution. She was thankful for the law at the moment.<br/><br/>Laylah watched with interest the interaction between the pair, she found it entertaining to watch their part attempt to outwit one another. Dante had won of course but she had came to expect as much, he seemed to know their laws and such well then again as the heir he would have to no doubt. Even if the council was in place his family would have expectations, she reached out picking her drink as she took a few drinks watching as Dante chuckled as the other male fled in what Laylah saw as a tantrum. “Well,He was lovely” she smiled over at Dante and settled back in the seat letting the last of the tension seep from her shoulders.