He knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose, but still, Zuureth found it all to be highly entertaining.  And he had a ringside seat, though technically, he was in the living room.  Since everyone knew that he was still on the mend, Juniper was left with no other choice but to summon Orias to the kitchen.  Supplies, apparently, were critically low.  There was also no way either demon would allow Juniper to venture out doors, not without an escort, anyway.<br/><br/>Shortly after Orias walked out the door while tucking her grocery list in a back pocket, Zuureth stood from his seat on the couch to join her in the kitchen.  The fallen angel must be growing on his mentor, as not one word of complaint had been uttered on his way out.  This was not surprising, when one took into consideration the phenomenal sights they were privileged to have witnessed.<br/><br/>Apparently, the thankful demon caught her in a private moment, as she quickly turned her back on him when she realized someone had just entered the kitchen.  Zuureth, however, took absolutely no offense at this.  Juniper was, after all, in the company of a pair of demons, albeit a pair of demons who held no desire to rip her limb from limb, unlike the hostile pack of jerkoffs did.<br/><br/>Still, he had to remind himself that she’d also been displaced from her home.  While he had no problem being stuck on Earth, especially with all its sinful delights, Juniper quite understandably didn’t share his sentiment.  She’d been unjustly booted from her world.  Because of this, he fully expected her to be furious and perhaps even a little vengeful.  Obviously, she didn’t feel the same way.  Another example of opposites attract?<br/><br/>Although a smile adorned her beautiful face when she turned back to face him, he knew it lacked sincerity and was only there for his sake.  "I nearly forgot you were here.  I sent Orias to get some food," she said.<br/><br/>“Yeah, I know, Juniper,” he stated.  “I heard a little of your exchange with him, and I saw the list as he walked past me to leave for the store.”<br/><br/>"Is there something I can help you with?" she asked quietly, while wiping the counter with a rag.<br/><br/>Zuureth stood right where he was, not about to step any closer to her.  Apprehension, amongst other emotions, was clearly on her face.  It was time, Lucifer’s assassin thought, to alleviate whatever he could for her.<br/><br/>“Look, Juniper, now that Orias is gone for a bit, I figure we can talk,” he said, sincerely hoping that what he had to say would be reassuring for her.  “You and I know your name is etched on me.  Orias, however, doesn’t know this.  All he sees, and me too for that matter, are indecipherable markings.”  While pausing, Zuureth smiled warmly at her, hoping for an extra boost of reassurance.  “And I say we keep it that way.”<br/><br/>Right after he said that, he wished to reach out to her.  To touch her.  And how fucked up was this thought?!  To actually hug her, whispering into her ear that everything was gonna be alright.  And there was nothing for her to fear.  From him, or from anyone else.<br/><br/>Right then, Zuureth knew he would battle to the death for her, even if his Dark Lord happened to step in as his opponent, wielding a nasty-ass mace the size of Argentina.<br/><br/>Right.  A demon touching an angel with compassion, instead of a clear intent to kill.  Fucked up didn’t begin to describe that fanciful thought.  And really, that’s all it was, he realized.  A fanciful thought.  Nothing more, nothing less.<br/><br/>His gaze into her bluest of eyes gradually lowered, and he began to respectfully back away from her.<br/><br/>Yeah, what exactly was he thinking?  Or hoping?