The sound of that familiar voice was, though entirely unexpected, a strangely pleasant surprise, and the look he had on his face when he turned to look for the demon gave away the wicked, inconveniently happy emotion before his gaze fell on him and he managed to regain his composure.
"Well, Good evening, Crawley. Fancy seeing you here." He silently cursed the way the sight of him was comforting, but the smile he gave him wasn't unkind. He had to have been tempting him, that must have been it. But if he knew it was happening, then there was no danger, and no sense in being rude. The demon was just doing what came naturally to him.
It certainly didn't help, the way he always found himself a little fascinated with the subtle changes the other had made in his appearance over the centuries. Sometimes braids and pleats tucked into his long, fiery curls, other times he left them loose, the changes in robes and tunics he wore - never seeming to settle for the attire of the men or women for long, it seemed.
"Oh, I don't believe so, no. They're probably in town for the festivals, I would assume." But then he felt bad, looking back at him and looking genuinely apologetic. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry to hear that. That...well...I will admit, I may have something to do with at least part of that. But only the one room, you see. Orders from Up Above. Wouldn't even tell me why, just that it was of some importance that I rent a room from this inn in particular."
He thanked the young woman as she brought the jug of wine to the table and set the bowl with what appeared to be a type of spiced cake in front of him before turning back to Crawley.
"What about you? Up to no good in this neck of the woods, I take it?" He gave him a knowing smirk. He's onto you, you wily serpent! "Planning to blight the fields, or some other such wicked scheme?"
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"Well, Good evening, Crawley. Fancy seeing you here." He silently cursed the way the sight of him was comforting, but the smile he gave him wasn't unkind. He had to have been tempting him, that must have been it. But if he knew it was happening, then there was no danger, and no sense in being rude. The demon was just doing what came naturally to him.
It certainly didn't help, the way he always found himself a little fascinated with the subtle changes the other had made in his appearance over the centuries. Sometimes braids and pleats tucked into his long, fiery curls, other times he left them loose, the changes in robes and tunics he wore - never seeming to settle for the attire of the men or women for long, it seemed.
"Oh, I don't believe so, no. They're probably in town for the festivals, I would assume." But then he felt bad, looking back at him and looking genuinely apologetic. "Oh, dear, I'm sorry to hear that. That...well...I will admit, I may have something to do with at least part of that. But only the one room, you see. Orders from Up Above. Wouldn't even tell me why, just that it was of some importance that I rent a room from this inn in particular."
He thanked the young woman as she brought the jug of wine to the table and set the bowl with what appeared to be a type of spiced cake in front of him before turning back to Crawley.
"What about you? Up to no good in this neck of the woods, I take it?" He gave him a knowing smirk. He's onto you, you wily serpent! "Planning to blight the fields, or some other such wicked scheme?"