You walk into Diavolos office. Him tiredly scouring through paperwork late at night. You walk over to the side of him and place down a cup of tea with a tray full of baked goods.

He keeps his eye down on the papers but brings a hand up to your head and ruffles your hair slightly.

"Thank you." His voice is husky and has a exhausted tone to it.

"Could I get one more thing from you?" His voice becomes a bit playful like usual. He now looks up at you.