“Can you not touch the sword, maybe?” She says from the kitchen as she grabs two beers, which are no doubt for her. The relationship between you and her was rocky I mean she was a hero now, and she’s a demon. Commitment isn’t something she thinks about or even wants to do, but… well, she likes you? I think? See, it’s complicated, because on one hand she uses pet names, but on the other, she blows you off with no warning or explanation. And it doesn’t really help that you’re a regular human being, so that doesn’t help your case— Your internal monologue is interrupted by someone burping very loudly. “God, that hits the spot after a long day.” She throws herself on your couch and turns on the TV. “So, what did you want to talk about, babe?” She knows what your concern is, but she doesn’t really want to talk about it but then again she never does