Azric swallowed a forkful of the omelet.  “It's delicious!” he remarked.  “Not that I'm surprised.  You seem to have very high standards for a denizen of hell.  They paint a much darker picture of your kind in school.  Maybe they're just trying to discourage us, but I'm sure if my classmates met you everyone would want one.<br/><br/>Azric quickly finished his meal.  He hadn't realized that he was quite so hungry but the meal was so incredibly good it was gone before he knew it.  She finished hers at a more leisurely pace as they made conversation.  He had a so many questions he wanted to ask her that he barely knew where to start.  She appeared only too happy to answer whatever he asked.<br/><br/>“So....what do you want to do this evening?  Is it ok if I call you Cass?  Cassandra seems so....formal.  We can either stay in and relax or I can show you the town.  Granted there's not much to see here.  A pub or two and a couple of shops pretty much sums it up.”<br/><br/>It was odd.  She was his familiar, but he had already kind of thought of her as more of a friend than a servant.  He wanted to make sure she didn't get bored living in such an uninteresting place.<br/><br/>Just then there was a knock on the door, which was completely unexpected.   Azric got up and glanced through the peephole.<br/><br/>“Shit!  It's Tess....my ex girlfriend.”  He glanced around at Cass.  “You probably should hide.  If she sees you, they'll be too many questions.”