Douma hummed a little as he licked the blood off of his nails, not seeming to care in the least about what had happened. There was blood on his face, his clothes, and he… ignored it.

“Oh come on. Don’t be so sad now,” he smiled sweetly, sitting down on his bed. “I couldn’t just let her leave while she knew I’m a demon. Who knows what she would have said? Come on, stop looking so mad. Could you bring me a change of clothes?”