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That smell of him, the glimmer of that golden soul- what a temptation. Her ears flicked back, forward- surprised. Beautiful? A blush came to her pale skin, he was too kind- it was suspicious. Very lightly she touched his hand but did not allow it to stay for longer than a heartbeat for fear of pressure being placed on the burns. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sir. I am L...," she paused, biting her uncolored lip. She hadn't introduced herself since she'd renounced... she swallowed that bitter taste, smiled gently, "Tamriel duSaunde, please call me Tam."

Honey stirred, whimpered and mumbling words to a song. Tamriel nodded slightly, "I... I don't wish to wake her. Please excuse me." She rose, leaning to Malachai to press unburned cheek against his before walking away. Poor thing, she'd have to ask later- but at least she wouldn't have to sleep in dirty clothing.

Taking a steady breath, she was tired. Offering a gentle smile to the red haired woman she knew nothing about. She had such an interesting aura to her, it was alluring.

Malachai nosed Honey's cheek with a soft purr. Maro leaned back, sighing contentedly. For a day with such a start, this was not bad.

"Ah...I learned to cook young, so I never thought that going without was an option." he said, tossing the links into a frying pan. "Looks like you've got it licked now, though."

"Basic stuff, yeah," Azana answered, letting the pan heat up. "Frying things, baking things, boiling things...a bit of seasoning. It really picked up after I was helping cook for more than just me." She blushed lightly, remembering the first morning with Sol. She woke up to incense and pancakes...an odd combination, especially for someone who didn't normally do anything special for breakfast, but she learned to love them.

Marilyn nodded in greeting. Another demon, one of entirely different sort. Burned...and it almost felt like broken-hearted, too. "...Tam, yes...? Would you like a seat...?" Staying here was confusing, she had to admit. Demons were evil Hellspawn, bent on corrupting and claiming souls. And yet...they were nice, helpful, polite, suffering, downtrodden. They felt, at their heart, like most any other living being. So, were they still Evil, because it had been dictated so...?

Sosol scanned the tables and chairs and floors. There was always the potential of it being upstairs, but where would it go? He couldn't exactly search every room.

She nodded, her smile growing a little but she did not show teeth. Taking a seat near but not next to. She sat primly, crossing her ankles, her tail curling around the legs of the chair. Some habits would take time to work through, she did her best to hide her hand beneath her sleeves, keep her head turned to keep unburned cheek in view. "I never have been good at whispering. May I know your name?"

Gren smiled to himself, turning the links slowly with some tongs. "Which isn't a bad thing, so long as you remember to forgive yourself when it doesn't totally work, just because you're the only one pushing yourself now."

"Bashful...?!" Marilyn snapped up, her hair bouncing with the sudden movement. "I have no idea what you're talking about...I was just trying to be polite, is all. It's the least I can do for someone who remains a relative stranger. I would start by asking what brought you here, but I doubt you'd want to answer that." She stopped there, a sympathetic frown on her face. She knew how it felt to burn...it's not something one talked about openly, particularly to someone unlucky enough to carry the scars.

"..." Azana stirred the eggs vigorously, that thought sinking in. She was the one pushing herself. Even Stella had backed off by now...it surprised her. Maybe she was still coming to terms with seeing her father that way, or working hard after Halloween. "I can't let myself lose my edge..."

The floor was littered with scraps of paper and eraser shavings, but he held up the new blueprint with a near-maniacal glee. It wasn't absolutely guaranteed to work...but nothing ever was guaranteed. Just very, very likely. He suddenly was swept up in it, his laughter echoing through a couple halls upstairs. They would be exposed soon enough...!

She chuckled politely, bowing her head, "I do not mind at all, but only if you're willing to do the same. I'm afraid my casual conversation manners aren't quite up to par, but I am certainly trying." She sat a little taller, uncurling her tail from the chair, "I came here looking for reprieve from my duties as a Lady. I had grown tired of court and of the day to day. It was convenient and I was hopeful I could hide away and be forgotten." She would smile genially to the woman, "Yourself?"

(( g'night! heart ))