Throwing you over his shoulder and jumping out the window was no difficult task for someone as trained as Leif. Those human likes you spoke of must be powerful if you wanted them so badly. He hated that Asch got more than him.

But while he and the Daemos Prince were locked in this heated competition of human attention online (whatever that meant), Leif failed to notice how it was affecting their human.

Did the human likes bother you that much? He could stop asking about that, it doesn't really matter. He just wanted to be more powerful. So stop doing that thing with your face, it made Leif feel strange (almost like he felt bad for you).

He was planning on finishing you off to win, but you seemed willing to help him get ahead. Until another human group approached and you dragged him into hiding in the nearby bushes. Weird. Fear was something he was used to, but the expression on your face was both similar and nothing like it.

The more the other humans spoke, the more off you were and it was starting to bother Leif. "You look odd." He didn't like it. You shouldn't look affected by the words of useless mortals. You were supposed to be a powerful human sorcerer!

Oh, I know. He had a brilliant solution to fixing this. Leif unsheathed his twin daggers, "I can kill those humans for you if it makes you—" He still didn't know what you were doing. "...not do that."