Giving a nod, he helped her stand from the chair, frowning a bit at her question of him not being able to cook. Unfortunately that was somewhat true and he really did not want to admit that she had not been entirely wrong. The truth was that he does not really see the need to cook much when there are so many humans in the world to feast on, but there are occasions where he had to balance out his diet since too much of one thing was not good for his health. He could cook small things like some breakfast foods and lunch, and of course he knew how to heat up frozen foods and he could prepare sandwiches and wraps. For a short time he had worked at a deli but got fired. He still resents that company and wishes he could go back and kill that bastard who fired him.<br/><br/>â€œExcellent.â€ Deziel said with a light smile. He was satisfied with how comfortable Elizabeth was around him now. At the same time it amused him as well, considering that she should probably not be since he was a demon. He supposed that was the most amusing thing out of all of this: she had said she was comfortable with the fact he was a demon after she had explained her dream. Perhaps a little too comfortable, he thought to himself, quickly shaking off the thought.<br/><br/>Before he left the kitchen with her he made sure to keep the vodka with him. He then took her upstairs carefully to make sure she did not further injure herself as she ascended the staircase. Once on the second floor, ignoring his mess of a study from his little breakdown last night, he took her to a back room that was pretty lovely despite the small mess of dirty laundry and a few things that made it look more like a storage room than a guest room. Though that was understandable since he hardly has any visitors, and he never really saw a reason to keep it tidy. After he sat her on the bed he tidied the room up a bit to once again ensure she was comfortable. He would always keep her comfortable; it was almost like he was compelled to do so. If he did not he almost felt like he would be punished aside from the fact she would leave him.<br/><br/>â€œExcuse the mess, I donâ€™t usually expect people to visit, but nevertheless it is a room. If you want, I can find something to prepare for you while you rest if youâ€™re still hungry,â€ he told her. He needed a cigarette anyway, and his vodka was running low again. Deziel figure that would be a good time for him to calm his nerves some more as well as clean up the mess in his study and bathe to clean the blood off of him, as well as put on some clean clothes. He doubted the blood would come off of his clothes, so this suit was history. Damn shame, too, he liked this suit, and he was not someone who had a lot of things he truly enjoyed. He may have had a wonderful house, but the truth was he really did not need all of it. It was all here to compensate for his loneliness.<br/><br/>Well he supposed he would not have to feel lonely anymore, not with her around.<br/><br/>Before he turned to go back downstairs, â€œI-is there anything special you want me to prepare for you? I canâ€™t guarantee I will have exactly what you ask for but I will do my best to make sure it satisfies you.â€ He said, trying his best at this whole catering thing, pulling his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket after he finished his vodka. Deziel drank alcohol like he was a fish and did nothing to hold himself back and was probably a worse alcoholic than smoker most days.