Andreas sipped at his wine while he waited for his food, setting the glass down when it arrived. He always ended up taking her wonderful cooking skills for granted, but he took time to regularly remind himself how fortunate he was to have a servant so competent. "You want to stay, hm?" The demon cooed, misunderstanding. "Well, the villagers are muttering (most recently) about a shortage of firewood. I'm sure most of them would be glad to take you in if you made yourself useful in that area."<br/><br/>While he was talking, Andreas made a fresh cut in his steak, completely oblivious to the wolf creeping up behind him. When he was lifting a piece of meat to his lips it barked and Andreas jumped. His knees hit the table and knocked over his wine glass, spilling the messy red liquid onto the floor and tablecloth. The demon spun around, such an expression on his face and a tension in his muscles that he looked ready to kill, but he stopped when he recognized the animal before him.<br/><br/>"Mother of Hades," the demon muttered, resting his head in his hand and shaking it slowly. "I was ready to kill you!" he scolded. Saint knew that perception skills were his weakest area (though he had his moments) and took advantage of it regularly to sneak inside and startle him. "Asalia, if you would clean this up," he said, gesturing to the spilled wine. He looked at Saint, a somewhat pacified glare on his face, "Are you hungry?"