Vero’s yellow eyes narrowed as he watched the women leave one by one leaving them together, Ghaleon’s words trickling into his already active mind. At Ghaleon’s order of being paired with Claire he sighed heavily, this journey was either going to be very quite or very annoying. He wasn't going to tiptoe around the girl she  would either adjust or be very very much under his order. Another sigh escaped him, a free hand scraping down his face.<br/><br/>Again Ghaleon spoke “Then after that, We branch off to destroy all the others. We can't let them take the Kings money. It's ours.” Something again trickled in the back of his mind. His eyes focusing on Ghaleon he was lying. His yellow eyes widening<span style="font-style: italic">”No wonder you're as quite as a fucking church”</span>he thought speaking to the Demon’s as it purred in his head.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">”Truth</span></span>the Demon mumbled in between it’s purring. No wonder it was no longer banging the insides of his brain again. Well it seemed Ghaleon had a plan he would just do as told he really wasn’t all about planning.<br/><br/>As soon as Vero was done with his own head examination he took notice of Ghaleon’s eyes, that deep look. By the Gods what did he need now, he sat up now feeling the need to be serious in response to Ghaleon’s mood change. His mouth almost fell open seriously did he doubt him so much that he was asking for a verbal answer of truth, by the God’s he was gonna punch him so hard for this later.<span style="font-style: italic">”Right in between the eyes”</span>he confirmed to himself,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">”No, no, no”</span></span>whispered the creature excitedly as it encouraged some bloodshed. Vero’s mouth was rigid as he sat in thought.<br/><br/>“Yes” he said firmly and there it was that searing pain all over. His body shook sweat beading down his face<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">”YES, YES, YES”</span></span>the Demon growled in pain. His breathing labored but he merely laid his head along the wooden surface trying to rest his heavy body from the truthful assault. By the Gods that was more painful than growing back a limb. He could hear the slight slide of the wood that was Ghaleon’s seat, he was probably off to speak to the woman before going in for the night. The slick sweat making him shiver as the breeze from outside licked at his frame.<br/><br/>He could hear Ghaleon’s boot’s as they neared, he didn’t move only his eyes narrowed but at the sound of Ghaleon’s voice he gathered what he could and moved a hand towards Ghaleon flipping him off with a sneer on his lips even a light chuckle.” Yeah yeah, I won’t punch you for this. So don’t remember” he said before placing his hand down and resting again. With the sound of his boot’s walking away soon to be followed by the slight scent of woman, Felly he guessed. She liked to shadow their leader it seemed.<span style="font-style: italic">”Good for him, no scratch that...screw it I am too wiped to care”</span>he thought to himself the Demon whine in pain with Vero. With what power he could muster he sat up feeling a bit like being drunk, just not in the happy giddy way. Just groggy and really hungover, God’s help Ghaleon when he had his head together again. Pushing himself up with a puff of air he stumbled and stomped his way up the steps he found a room and face planted into the bed only to roll over and watch the door. Soon enough sleep took him, his body recovering from it’s beating from the truth literally.