Dulce turned away with a graceful swing of his head, the taste of the honeyed nut dispelling the unforgiving lingering bitterness of ale.
"Bring over jugs of flower wine," Kath'tan tossed at the brothel lady who had poured him a drink as well, emptying his mug.
Ruoxi had a tittering lady hanging off each arm, but the Demon's shrewd eyes were fixed on Zinnia, who had right away gone off to do what she had been asked to.
A bashful lady walked behind Asael, there was a veil thrown over her hair, one she was particularly adept at hiding underneath, her head lowered.
Dulce's gaze drifted to the swaying curtains despite himself, "Where is Caedos?"
"Worried?" Kath'tan was quick to quip, and it was difficult to tell if the Fiend was taunting him or sour with jealousy.
