The smell of cooked deer was enticing him towards the fire like an eager child. He smacked his lips and curled a tongue around fangs to clean them in preparation for his meal. Ichabod then offered a drink to Ruin and the demon sat for a few moments on whether to refuse or not. But his thirst got the better of him and he allowed Ichabod to place a warm pot in his hands. Cautiously the demon sniffed the water for any poisons and when his nose didn’t catch any whiffs, he tried a sip. At first drink the demon’s head coiled back and he stuck out his burnt tongue and blew on it with a slight whine. “Ouch.” He’d always had a sensitive tongue, like a cat, and was made fun of by his mother for it.<br/><br/>Eventually he withdrew his tongue and began sniffing in the pleasant aroma. His body relaxing even with Ichabod there due to herbs doing their job. He’d always had a soft spot for tea and deer. Putting his head back down, Ruin gingerly took drinks whilst blowing on the minty water between each gulp to cool it.<br/><br/>Large hands then stretched to give Ichabod back the pot and crossed his arms over his chest while listening to the man speak. “I think we should stay off the road for awhile, in case anyone is looking for us. If we cut south through the woods, we’ll reach Merdoc after two days travel. That’s a decently large city. Large enough for us to lose ourselves in it, and large enough that people won’t be so freaked out by seeing a demon. There’s even a good place to spend the night on the way.”<br/><br/>Ruin’s relaxation suffered at the cruel blow of Ichabod’s words. The human didn’t know it but saying so lightly that a large city wouldn’t freak out about the sight of demons meant that the city was full of them. The daemon knew damn well that that meant the city was full of servants, slaves, and demon market goods. His kind in bondage and forced to follow human orders. Forced to give up their songs and rights, or worse… cut up into little pieces so a man could have more stamina in bed by eating a soup made of daemon kidneys! A low growl escaped his lips at the thought but Ichabod continued on with some strange scratching sound in the dirt.<br/><br/>“-Some ruined old temple. There are rumors about the place being haunted, so most people avoid it.” Ruin paused in his sulking at the mention of a temple. For some reason his words seemed familiar, as if he’d heard of this temple before through the hearsay of other daemons. He, for the life of him, could not recall what they had said though. “Hmm. Scared human?” He chuckled, trying to lighten his own mood while reaching forward to the smell of offered meat. Fingers touched at the body until they found the spit. He took the roasted carcass and smiled. Actually did a big ass smile and took a bite of the deer. A slightly… dirty moan escaped him as the juice dripped down his chin. “That’s good.”<br/><br/>He mumbled with a swallowed before offering the animal back Ichabod. A stern expression replacing one of ecstasy. “In the ways of my people, human, when sharing a meal we do so equally. I feast then you feast and this repeats until we’ve honored the animal by taking in his essence.”<br/><br/>So the two sat and shared the meal until it was time to pack up. Ruin kicked dirt over the fire until Ichabod told him he was just kicking dirt too far to the left. Then he stopped helping completely and stood stoically against a tree. Once Ichabod’s light steps came to his side he cleared his throat. Trying hard to say something that felt insulting to his pride. “Thank you… for the food.” He grinded his teeth while speaking and the words actually sounded painful. Shaking his black mane of embarrassment and taking long steps, Ruin moved on ahead. “Come, let us go then small one.”