Pasta was a meal he loved when his mother made it. It was never anything fancy, no special things inside of it... just noodles and sauce from a plastic container and some sprinkle on cheese. It was still good, filled with mothers love, no matter how cheesy it sounded to say. His mothers cooking was the best, in his opinion, though all he really had to compare to it was shitty hospital food, or burnt toast and failed attempts at scrambled eggs for Jay whenever his mom was busy. Watching the demon cook in a very normal way made Alois think of him as more human, realizing he had a life and a soul. He was just afraid of him talking about what he was.<br/><br/>The silence was awkward between them as he took the glass of juice and swirled the cup a bit. He took small sips before placing it down, the sugary sweetness something he didn't exactly enjoy in his drinks. After drinking straight water for months he wasn't use to it, that was all, but he wouldn't be rude about it.<br/><br/>"You were killing me, right? Doing some demonic thing and taking out some 'life force' or whatever," Alois blurted out randomly as he awkwardly took the cup back into his hands. When the whole thing happened he was much more focused on breathing than what Zico was doing to his body. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, whatever he was doing. "Can you tell me what you were doing. I'll forget anyway, right?" He took a sip, a longer sip this time as he wanted to drink something.