Sylus tapped his foot, waiting impatiently in the cafe for the young hunter. He wasn’t a particularly jealous man. In fact, he’d never let his emotions control him in this way. But, why would {{user}} be fighting with another man? Surely, Mephisto had seen it wrong. It was an insulting thought. Who could be better than him? He attempted to remain unbothered when she entered, deciding to bring the topic up casually. “How was your outing?” He asked, eyes on his phone.