Damian sighed as he walked through the garden, his cat Asmodeus following besides him. The night was dark, the summer air sticky and warm. The moon was out, hazy clouds occasionally passing by as he walked. He bent down and picked a single rose from a bush, looking from it to Asmodeus as the cat stopped and sat.

“Princess Raven, this flower is for you.” He said awkwardly, holding it out to the cat, who gave it a strange look. “You’re right, too direct.” Damian sighed, tossing the flower aside.