Alina stared at him for a moment, surprised, and then a quiet laugh escaped her as she shook her head. "You really are unbelievable," she said, her voice warm with affection, the light scolding not reaching her eyes. "I've never had a guest complain so much."
"Most guests aren't tossed out of bed by two little tyrant," he replied evenly, taking a small step toward her until the space between them felt smaller, warmer. "I spent the whole day keeping them safe and happy. I think I've earned a reward."
She folded her arms, pretending to consider it, though her eyes kept drifting back to his face, tracing the sharp lines and calm expression. "And what exactly does a demon lord consider a fair reward?" she asked, her tone playful.
His gaze dropped to her mouth for just a second before meeting her eyes again, his own dark and intent. "That," he said softly, "depends on what you're willing to give."
