"Guess I have to cook it then." Francis sighed, turning on the oven and unceremoniously shoving in half a pound of deer meat. As he waited, he looked around the room trying to find something other than the other kid in the room with him to take his interest. Finding nothing, he finally gave in and looked at the Half Demon.<br/><br/>"Don't suppose you know what kind of fox I am, do you?" he asked her, fully expecting that the answer would be no. "Let's just say I can cast an illusion with any inanimate object as long as it stays the same basic shape. There's just a small drawback. I'm not always that... cute when threatened." he took out the now fully cooked meat and tore a piece off, handing it to the Half-Demon before him. "Dinner is served, my good sir. I hope it tastes ok. I'm not the best cook." he then noticed the look he was getting. "What? did I say something wrong?" he asked, still completely oblivious that this was a Demoness and not a Demon. he could tell that question was either going to be answered truthfully or sarcastically, but that was the most his observations could glean from the figure before him.