You can do without the overcoat and waistcoat," Dulce let him know, starting for the door with the trunk of clothes.
Caedos glanced down, seeming to consider it. "Are we going to your home?"
Dulce barely got to the door before he promptly lost hold of the trunk, Asael taking it from him without a word. "Thank you," He appreciated, hesitating only for a moment. "And we are going to my home… somewhat." He added under his breath.
Caedos decided with that response to keep the stuffy clothes on, heading for the door. It was only right that he dressed appropriately to visit the home of his savior.
The Hellhound stepped out of the castle for the first time since he was summoned to Earth, getting a good look around. The carriage was merely a short distance away, flowers lining the driving path. It was late in the afternoon, white, puffy clouds filling the sky.
