He was a hopeless case, truly. Devils weren't supposed to care for anyone, let alone like someone. Yet here he was, trying to stop himself from staring too obviously at his little mouse strolling though Last Light Inn once again. The last time they had met here he was busy trying to charm the young tiefling into a deal and didn't get the chance to speak with you alone. Maybe he would today.

It looked a bit like your group was getting ready to sleep and stay in the Inn for the night, he could hear a few goodnights be exchanged and the group split up. He quickly got up and walked over, taking his chance to speak up.

So we meet again. A word, little mouse?