"Dulce," Moira called out, surprised to see him. She had returned to her workshop, carefully going over the aftermath of the summons with precision. "Is something the matter?" She asked nervously, looking past him for the rest of his Demons.
"I wanted to make a request. Could I have clothes made for Caedos?" He asked harmlessly.
Moira took a gander at the Demon on all fours by his side, her response getting stuck in her throat when the Shadow Demon made an appearance behind Dulce. She cleared her throat and tried again, "O-Of course. I'll make the arrangements right away, she said in a rush, darting out a side door.
Demons were a hobby of hers, but not enough for her to completely ignore the danger they posed to her. A Demon she summoned would be less of a threat because she would wield some control over it. Perhaps it was time for her to return to Fairwyn to resume her research, she had already accomplished several of her lifetime wishes.
