Amora hardly touched her food. The idea that Tevhar was risking his neck for her and the others made her feel ill. Not to mention the demons in the hallway. Thankfully though, they were only in the 3rd floor, and she didn't go there.<br/><br/>Of course, the whole time she had been thinking about last night. Not so much the attack, but the time afterwards, with Tevhar. It left her with so many questions and feelings she hardly knew how to cope.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>Eskhara reclined in her padded armchair, holding a cigarette holder between her two thin fingers. The door opened, but the demoness made no move to straighten up. If a demon had a problem with how she sat, they wouldn't live long enough to even regret it.<br/><br/>She drew in a puff of smoke, letting it out in a ring that circled Tevhar's face. She grinned a sickening grin, eyes half lidded. "Now, what would you want, Tevhar? It will be many weeks until Mummy's little party." She used the word 'Mummy' tauntingly, like Tevhar was little more than a toddler. To her, that was all he was. A spoiled little brat that she would still have to see if he was worthy of her fortune and status.