Helkior sniffed the air. "What is that marvelous smell?" he asked as the bacon cooked. His tail wagged a bit as he sat down at the table.<br/><br/>"I trust you have questions for me?" He asked, eyeing the bacon like a cat watching a mouse. "Or are you still waiting for the right moment to ask?" He smiled "I say there's no time like the present. after all, If I don't answer you, how are we supposed to trust each other?"<br/><br/>He really wasn't trying to force her to ask him anything, but he figured the sooner it was out in the open, the better. He was, of course, a warrior prince of the council of Daemoria, or rather what had once been called Daemoria. Now apparently, it was Boston. He still needed to find some information about the world in case it had changed too much for his limited knowledge. As the bacon finish cooking, he licked his lips. "This smells wonderful!" he said as it was put in front of him.