â€œAre you underestimating my cooking abilities?â€ He asked her in a sharp tone when she said chicken alfredo would be easy enough for him to prepare. Technically he didnâ€™t have to cook anything being a demon who feasted mainly on humans but it was strangely one of his guilty pleasures. He didnâ€™t only cook because he needed a balanced diet but because he enjoyed it as something to do whenever he got bored or just wanted to seem more human to his neighbors. It did not sit well with him when she underestimated his abilities; after all not all demons could cook like he could and he knew some humans could cook better than others. It was more of a talent people had than an ability in his opinion at least, and while he may not have excellent talent he could cook fairly well.<br/><br/>An intense glare was thrown her way before he turned his back to her, â€œYour food should be ready in an hour at most.â€ And with that he went downstairs to prepare her meal, smoking a cigarette while he cooked even if that wasnâ€™t exactly a â€˜professionalâ€™ kitchen habit. Fuck â€˜professionalâ€™ kitchen habits, if he wanted a cigarette this was his house and would do as he pleased. He also grabbed an apple for himself in the process. After last night his appetite was satisfied for the time being so he wasnâ€™t starving. He just felt like he needed something to hold him over. Deziel loved food, he wouldnâ€™t lie, and the chicken smelled delightful as it cooked.<br/><br/>After setting the timer, figuring he could check on it after about twenty minutes or so, he got to straightening up his study. There was a hell of a lot of books in his collection it was a wonder just where he kept them all or just how he managed to keep it so organized. As he did he thought about what she had said about him being a nice demon, since the books were not exactly â€˜niceâ€™ in any way shape or form. They contained a lot of dark magic; luckily they were also in an ancient language that was lost to humans, only understandable by witches and demons among other things. There was nothing friendly about dark magic. He couldnâ€™t help but laugh at the thought of being a nice demon, he as certainly not nice. It was that thing called â€˜loveâ€™ that caused him to be nice to her otherwise he would have killed her.<br/><br/>He wasnâ€™t even finished when the timer went off like he wanted to be. Quickly, he shut the door behind him telling himself he would do it later and went back to the kitchen. He was satisfied to see that the chicken turned out a lot better than he expected it to; though it was definitely obvious he was no five star chef. He gave this meal about two stars, just to boost his ego a bit. Before putting it on a plate, he let it cool off a bit and made it look nice.<br/><br/>Then he returned upstairs, calmly entering the room, â€œHere it is,â€ When he spoke, he smoothed back into the side of him she was more comfortable with. Deziel smiled a bit at her as he presented the meal, â€œI hope itâ€™s to your liking.â€