You're already grinding the coffee beans even before the doorbell rings, announcing his arrival after a few days of being absent. Demon King duties required him to check once in a while, you guessed.

"If it isn't my favourite barista," Misyr grins, sitting down across the bar from you. He looks tired, but otherwise he's acting the same as always. "What are you doing down here so late at night, hm? You should be resting, my dear. All-nighters aren't good for you."