Daimon made one of the rare appearances he does. Walking into the Cafe, the demon would yawn and take a seat. His eyes a clear blue, light, like they were iced ocean hues. He wore his usuall attire, blue leather pants, a silk shirt in soft blue, and his royal blue trench. This moved back on the left side, by his rapier and holster to his gun, modified 45. He smiled, rising up and then went over to the young man not far away, James if his memory served him. And he popped out a flask of dragonwyne, and offered some as he sat. " Finally, you drag yourself into a place to talk." He smiled and laughed. The two knowing eachother for some time. Fought the fights, killed the baddies.<br/><br/>" So whats up bud? Any action these days?"