Demitri was skeptical of this new interest of Brad's - partially because she was a girl, and partially because it meant Dem couldn't have fun with the guy anymore. But. Brad was a good friend and Dem wasn't about to ruin anything. He was surprised to be invited over for food, though, because... well, the house was empty and it was just the three of them. He'd kind of assumed if something like that happened, they'd want the house to themselves. Unless, of course, that had already happened. Or it was happening as he made his way over - oh,<em>gods</em>, so not what he wanted to think about as he approached her house! Not as though that would stop Demitri from heading over, because... dude. Food. You could get Dem to do some back flips and jump through a hoop if it meant free food! And a home-cooked meal, at that. Brad's girl had a few points in his book, already - just a few.<br/><br/>What was her name again? He knew the last name well, having heard it for a couple years, but for some reason first names never really stuck with Dem. Not unless someone caught his attention, like Sel did. He was sure when he saw her, he'd remember at least a letter. And, if Dem were being<em>completely</em>honest with himself, he'd admit that he was a little bitter over her taking Brad's attention - but not for any kind of attachment beyond "friend" on Dem's part. Even if he was delicious. And altogether too attractive to be allowed by the gods to live among mortals.<br/><br/>Reaching her doorstep, Dem put his ear to the wood and held his breath as he listened, now paranoid that he would walk in on their private time or intrude upon it in some other way. He may not know if he liked this girl, but he wasn't about to plop down right in between them like a brick wall. The promise of food wasn't going to deter him from coming, though, so whether or not Dem thought they ought to put this time to better use, he couldn't think of much that he'd rather be doing than eating free food. His stomach rumbled low, and with one hand flat against it as though that would silence the monstrous black hole, Dem rapped his knuckles, announcing his presence.