The young man made a little 'welp' sound as Nathaniel approached, but his face looked relieved and a little surprised as Nathaniel winced in pain at something.<br/><br/>"Is he alright?" asked Silas, turning towards Ashton.<br/><br/>"He got injured by Claude." Capet smiled. He placed his foot on Claudius's throat and seemed to grind it into the corpse's neck, clearly unaware of the diverging impressions both actions gave.<br/><br/>Ashton shook her head slowly at Capet's foot. "Capet. Come. We will deal with the other issue," she said vaguely, her face without any emotion but annoyance.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Guests do not treat their hosts with disrespect. But he's a demon... so maybe they have different views on courtesy.</span><br/><br/>Capet nodded with his ever-present smile, and walked towards the knight. He knew what she meant; Sir Giles was still a liability for all of them.<br/><br/>"Roy." She turned towards her brother, who nodded in reply. "Make sure Silas doesn't do anything I would<span style="font-style: italic">dislike</span>." Silas shuddered at the emphasis she placed. Roy stepped forward as well, retrieving his crossbow from Ashton.<br/><br/>"Dearest guests. I and my steward will be taking our leave, temporarily, for important issues. However, be assured that you will be taken care of before going on your way. Roy will make sure of it," announced Ashton with a solemn tone, with Capet smiling at everyone behind her. The two of them stepped out, shutting the door behind them.<br/><br/>"Hey, Roy?" Silas looked at Roy with a quizzical glance. Roy looked back, raising an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Are you and Sir Ashton related? He looks like he could be your younger-"<br/><br/>Roy hushed him with a finger, and smiled awkwardly. "It's a small world, Silas. Some people just look the same." Silas nodded quietly, taking his explanation perfectly.<br/><br/>"Is this kid really a demon? He's a weird demon," Roy whispered to himself. Nathaniel's intense, no-nonsense attitude seemed to fit his impression of a demon. But Silas was a whole lot weirder. No, not weirder. If he hadn't seen Silas transform in front of his eyes, no amount of convincing would make Roy think that Silas was a demon.<br/><br/>As Roy gazed away from Silas, the half-demon looked at Amaya and Eve and smiled meekly. "Hello. My name is Silas," he introduced himself a little nervously. "I'm sure Sir Ashton wouldn't let me out of his grasp for now... So..." Silas looked upwards, struggling to find the words to use. 'Be friends' sounded a little too chirpy for someone who was effectively a prisoner. 'Work together' sounded presumptuous.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Da mihi obsecro casu.</span>Please give me a chance."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Ashton sighed, stretching her arms lightly. The pair walked down the hallway slowly, back towards the entrance.<br/><br/>"My lord, you do know angels appear for reasons?" asked Capet, cheerfully clicking his feet with every step.<br/><br/>Ashton looked away with a sour expression. "What she wants afterwards has nothing to do with me. I have given them shelter, and they will not go hungry today. Furthermore, I have lost a great warrior today, and I'm killing off two overpriced knights for them.<span style="font-style: italic">Am I doing too little?</span>" She glared at Capet, who seemed to shrug off her glare.<br/><br/>"I'm not a praying man and neither are you, my lord. But perhaps what she needs, not wants..." Capet paused, causing Ashton to stop in her tracks as well. He turned towards her and smiled; it was so unlike his other smiles, for it felt actually genuine.<br/><br/>"Might just change your life."<br/><br/>Ashton could only stare at Capet's smile, her expression of both profound realisation and dumb-founded silence frozen on her face.<br/><br/>"W-what... do you mean?" she stuttered.<br/><br/>"You're a lord, my lord. But you are not happy."