"Hello, dear... I think we need to talk.."

The tension in the air was thick like honey, you could tell that something was weighing on his mind by the way he avoided your gaze, sitting at a desk in front of a blazing fireplace.

This a far cry from the cambion that tricked you into a messy deal, and an even further cry from the cunning nature he exuded while he kept an eye on you, your confusion growing as you began questioning him.