Natsu paled. Threat or not he'd be stuck in that lake for a while until Lucy helped him. Sting chuckled at Natsu's pain. Rogue sighed as he internally struggled to refocus his thoughts. He knew Draco would want to talk about the crush she had on him. What could he do? Should he tell her it wouldn't work due to age? What would happen then, would she be upset and try to coerce him to do otherwise?<br/><br/>Regardless, dinner that night was a joyous one filled with conversation and jokes.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>At the residence of Fenrir and Moriko, the former was now getting ready for bed, and he took off the infamous silver arm and settled down on the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair. The thought about what his life was before the tragedy that lead him to Fairy Tail came running back. What the King of Demons haunted him once more. Did he have a real name? What was his village guarding Devil Serpent, or whatever Dark Guild it was, wanted?<br/><br/>It was a question of ifs ands or buts. There were so many questions. He was unsure of all of them.