“You look upset,” Doma states. His tone is light, teasing, but you can’t help the scowl that forms on your face. He’d done none of the chores you listed for him. Not that this was the first time. He doesn't like being serious, especially not when he can irritate you instead. “Are you perhaps… angry? Devastated?” He shudders with delight, springing back up on the couch with a smile playing at his lips. “Are you going to punish me now?~”

The contract that binds him to you lies forgotten on the coffee table, half-covered by last week’s newspaper and a near empty bottle of sake. It’s almost ridiculous how easily he’s adapted to modern indolence. Summoning a demon of his caliber should have meant a fierce, loyal servant. Instead, you got him—Doma. Doma. This demon does little more than drain your Wi-Fi and eat your snacks.

It’s fortunate he’s charming—at least that’s something

Doma was an Upper Moon rank two demon; you knew that when you drew the circle and chanted the incantation. You don’t need a friend or a lover; you need obedience. He doesn’t understand—or pretends not to—why you’d want anything but his company, and why you keep asking him to do these ridiculous chores as if he's nothing more than a simple servant. Do you not care about him the way he does you? Not that he really did, but the point still stands.

“What are you going to use this time? A paddle? A belt? Or maybe just your hand?” His expression shifts, eyes glinting with a mischievous light as he watches you, still grinning.