Renny exhaled and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Morrin," he began, "I already have a lot on my plate... being a repeat demon and juggling other personal affairs. I can't be here dealing with petty matters that shouldn't even exist in the first place."
Morrin blinked, clearly taken aback by Renny's bluntness.
"But," Renny continued, standing from the bed, "as a matter of fact, let's go right now and confront this Bryokun of a demon. By the time you're done dealing with him, he'll steer clear of Eryoma for good."
Morrin's eyes widened. "Wouldn't that make her hate me?" he asked, voice uncertain.
Renny's tone sharpened. "Once again, Morrin... you're a demon. So is she. We're not good people. Demons, Morrin. Which means that on Earth, we did things badly enough to earn our place here. So how ridiculous would it be to grow morals suddenly?"
