<em>"How adorable..."</em>They thought and couldn't help but chuckle lightly. This one was going to be fun to mess with.<br/><br/>"Your wish is my command." The demon purred, gently taking his hand and instead placing a dainty kiss atop his knuckles. Their lips were surprisingly soft on the delicate skin at the back of his hand.<br/><br/>And with that, the demon clasped tighter and pulled him out of the brush to his feet, right out in the open. They were both standing, his head bobbing over the fence easily, revealing their position. With a clamer of footsteps, in an instant the two thugs stood before them. Both were pretty lousy to look at and utterly mundane. The demon wrinkled his nose, catching a whiff of their disgustingly lower-class stench. Why, they were not even on their level. The guns didn't even stand a chance of hurting him or his master, hardly anything to worry about, but yet the dullards pointed them at them anyways.<br/><br/>Yet, they didn't even flinch; not even as the barrel of a Glock 22 was leveled to their nose. They just stared the thug in the eyes and said two simple words-<br/><br/>"Get lost,"<br/><br/>And they did. With a distant look in their eyes the two killers slipped their weapons back in their coats, turned on their heels, and left walking down the sidewalk. The demon and his master was finally alone and safe.