While his attention seemed to remain on cooking, Zico was more focused on the human besides him, on the things he was saying. Sure he had just tried to kill the guy, but like he had said before, it was really nothing personal. Humans were even more untrustworthy than demons, they were selfish creatures and fear could make them do just about anything. He still didn't trust Alois, but he felt like he could perhaps let his guard down just a little bit more. After all, he now knew a secret of Alois' too.<br/><br/>The demon felt a small smile pull at his lips when Alois spoke of how good his food smelt. No one but his brother ever ate his cooking and Teraph mainly did so to make him happy, not because he actually needed the sustenance. "Almost ready" Zico assured him as he continued with the final steps and retrieved the only two bowls he had in his cupboard.<br/><br/>Pasta Alfredo had always been one of the demon's favourites, it was quick and easy to make yet rich and comforting, it was the first thing his father had taught him to make and Zico did it almost automatically now. Even the smell of it was comforting to him, it reminded him of a time when he still thought the world was good and life was fair. He had long learned the truth since then. He dished up two large portions and placed them down on the kitchen bench, one in front of Alois and the other in front of himself.<br/><br/>Zico noticed that Alois' glass was still almost full of juice and with a soft sigh he opened the cupboard beneath the bench they were eating at "Do you drink?" he asked as he retrieved a bottle of Riesling and turned to get glasses. Zico wasn't a big drinker anymore, but he had been a few years ago before Teraph had managed to smack some sense into him. He didn't like to tempt himself with alcohol often but sometimes on days like today, he just really needed a drink.