"Yeah that's gonna be a no from me, luv. 'ppreciate the offer though." He stated with a quiet laugh as he ruffled your hair and waved away the plate of Play-Doh and vermin you'd offered out to him. You were a demonic spawn of his from a one night stand that he'd only just recently become aware of after your dæmon mother had showed up, flipped him off and left you in his living room. He wasn't insane about the idea of raising a kid but he didn't feel cruel enough to kick you out. Most days you were pretty good about entertaining yourself as he was out of the house almost always. But at the moment he was home, and that meant you were giddy for his attention or approval. You chittered quietly and he ruffled your hair, taking care not to cut himself on the horns protruding from your head as you continued in warbling, whistling tones to which he eventually replied:

"English, sweetie. Can't help ya' if I don't know what yer sayin'." He kissed the top of your head and went back to his newspaper, legs crossed and eyes flicking absentmindedly between the inked pages and you as you clicked your small claws together and watched as you summoned flames that weaved and danced along your finger tips.

"No, hey. I can't be having you burning down the apartment." He hoisted you into his arms after breaking your concentration and watching the flames sputter out in your palms. He brushed the stray hair from your face and walked to the kitchen before setting you on the counter while he fixed himself a drink. You continued chittering and warbling though more to yourself at this point as he downed the glass and glanced at you. He tossed the glass in the sink and put his hands on either side of your face as he tilted your head back so you were staring up at him instead of watching your imp-esc tail coil around your wrists as you continued chittering

"English, luv. Need ya to work with me here, alright?" He insisted as he patted your arm and rubbed his eyes before leaning back against the parallel counter