Helkior chewed his food slowly, wishing that that particular bite would be an infinite one, but he had to swallow and answer her at some point... "twenty-three." He lied. "And I've never had any friends of note, so I never got any nicknames... sorry." He frowned apologetically, both for the lie and the absence of a nickname. that was when he noticed just how beautiful she looked in the candlelight. He was confused as to why he would think that of anyone. After all he was a Demon Prince! he could have anything he wanted for the taking, and yet... He really didn't know what to do in situations where he was powerless. he could barely make out the landscape anymore, much less know what a 'Boston' was.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry if I'm causing you any trouble." he mumbled. "I really can't go back home though." he sighed. Home. the term would forever be foreign to him. After all, 3000 years was the barrier between him and it, and he couldn't time travel, so what was his purpose?