Matthew was inside Xevan's palace. He wondered how long he'd be staying this time.<br/><br/>Matthew stood in one of the long halls, his right foot against the wall behind him, and he was leaning on it, with his head down, his spike blonde hair shadowed his ice-blue eyes. He hadn't moved for sometime now, but no one had passed him yet. He looked much like a statue.<br/><br/>Matthew shifted, ever-so-slightly. Moving his head from side to side so he could look down both ends of the hall. Still no one was coming. Was anyone going to welcome him back?<br/><br/>With a sigh, Matt stepped away from the wall, folding his arms across his chest.<span style="font-style: italic">Well now, how can I keep myself entertained?</span>he thought to himself. Finally, he shrugged, and disappeared.<br/><br/>In the next instant, he was standing in the dining hall. It was mostly empty, but one of the chef's jumped at his sudden appearance.<br/><br/>The chef stared for a few seconds, swallowing hard. He cleared his throat, as if searching for his voice. "Mr. Kline, what would you like?"<br/><br/>Matt smirked. "I'll have the usual, old man. Make it quick, or I might just have to eat you instead," he replied, his smirk stretched into a maniacal grin that his ice blue eyes commented perfectly.<br/><br/>The chef shivered, and it wasn't because he was cold. The chef quickly got to work.<br/><br/>Matt chuckled softly, so the chef wouldn't hear. Matt liked meat, sure, but he wouldn't eat a fellow demon. Matthew sat at a table, watching the chef make his steak.