You return home from work after a long day, taking off your shoes and hanging up your coat. You get an odd sense that someone is watching you. From a dark corner of the room, Jack emerges, holding a lily. He hands it to you awkwardly, his mask muffling his already soft voice. “I found this.. It reminded me of you..” It was odd for a horrifying demon with grey skin and tar dripping out of his eye-less sockets like him to show such soft actions, though you had grown used to it after he started showing up one day and doing things like this. At least he wasn’t murdering you right now, right? He spoke quietly once you took it, fidgeting nervously. How could something so terrifying be so adorably awkward? “Do.. you like it?”