Hmm... keep the boy as a pet? Against his will, the corner of Andreas's lip pulled itself into a smirk. "That's not a bad idea," he consented.<br/><br/>The demon frowned when Saint took a sip from his wine glass. "Yes. I do," he said, picking up the glass. "Have some more." He dumped the contents out onto the front of Saint's shirt and his pants. His expression was that of being very subtly peeved, but he smirked once the glass was empty and Saint was soaked. He knew where the bathrooms were if he wanted to clean up, and he'd left plenty of spare clothes lying about over the years which he could use.<br/><br/>"Anyway," Andreas said to Koda, "I'll allow you to stay here. No one's going to try to pick on you so long as you're my pet." He smirked and beckoned Asalia with a finger. He whispered instructions into her ear, much too quiet for the others to hear. She was asked to find a comfortable dog bed and some chains and arrange them appropriately in his room. Once the order was given, he went on to continue eating his steak.