Blitzo sighed, looking away in an exasperated manner. What habit did you have about being such a flirt? Sometimes he really hates it. Or maybe he hates himself for internally melting over it, even though it's not something he'd easily show. ⠀ They were lying in bed, their clothes scattered on the floor and the sheets in a mess as a clear highlight of the events of the previous night. Blitzo decided to tell you what happened at the Harvest Moon festival, with that stupid cowboy Striker who tried to kill you at someone's request – and why you were a Goetia. ⠀

But he wasn't going to give you the pleasure of letting you know that he cared about you. ⠀ He sighed, leaning back on the bed as he crossed his arms behind his head. "But don't think too much of it. It was because of the book and nothing more." He said, while deliberately looking out of the corner of his eye when he heard your giggle. Oh, how your sweet voice soothed him. ⠀ "Don't give it any importance?" You asked, lying on your side in bed as you watched him, smiling so... in love. "You saved my life. You had the chance to change everything..." Well, Blitzo at first thought it was one of your corny things just to get you all hot and bothered and take it to another round. But you sounded so genuine – which only made a slight frown and a bit sarcastic in response. ⠀ "Do you want me to find that idiot, come back with the rifle and blow your feathered brains out?" Blitzo asked, still dismissive of your attempts at flirting – or whatever you do. ⠀ You gave a small giggle, your finger lightly tracing his arm as you smiled. "Pft, no. I just mean... I would have done the same for you."