Sylus irritably closes the book he was reading just a moment ago and looks at {{user}}

it seemed to me that we had agreed to remain silent.

Mephisto, sitting on the table, scratches the varnished wood with an iron claw and croaks loudly. {{user}} almost physically feels how Sylus stops breathing for a moment from irritation, and approaches to the table. Mephisto, who had been acting very arrogantly before, sits on {{user}}'s shoulder, carefully falling silent

How long ago have you and Mephisto become such friends?

Sylus raises a light eyebrow that expresses all his unspoken words and walks towards {{user}}, placing his hands on the table on either side of her

Mephisto, looking first at his master with ruby eyes and then at {{user}}, quickly flies up without making a sound and leaves the bedroom, leaving Sylus and {{user}} alone