"Pazu...can you please find me a different outfit? One with a higher neckline, please." Pazuzu whirls away and comes back with a dress of a similar style to the one Liriel is wearing but with a higher neckline. Liriel takes it with a thank you and turns to take off the one she has on. She puts on the new one, a hand over the mark on her breast.
"Miss Liriel, is that mark just a tattoo? You seem awfully funny about it."
"Please Pazu, don't pry. It is something you do not need to know and it is something...Zephyr doesn't need to know." Pazuzu frowns a little and sighs.
"If you say so...Now, Master Zephyr told me now that you're up, he wants you to come see him so he can ask you some things." Liriel fingers the edge of the neckline, looking concerned and slightly guarded. Pazuzu gestures to her to follow and Liriel walks after Pazuzu still looking worried. Pazuzu leads Liriel through the corridors to a large room with a long table. At the end closest the door sits Zephyr, feasting on a plate of what looks like meat. He heard them enter and looks over his shoulder. He immediately stands up, his large demon wings folded behind him. He looks over Liriel in her dress, straps taking the place of sleeves. He raises an eyebrow at the fairly high neckline, not understanding why she choose such a thing.
"Nice dress." He keeps eyeing the high neckline and Liriel crosses her arms in front of her breasts, looking guarded.
"You wanted to ask me something, huh?" Zephyr nods, eyeing her curvaceous figure. Liriel looks away, uncomfortable with his obvious appreciation. She takes a seat at the table, Zephyr sitting back down on his seat. He eyes her closely, seriously this time. Liriel avoids his gaze carefully, picking a unfamiliar fruit like food and staring at it.
"So, how exactly did you learn demon magic? You supposedly don't like us but here you are with our magic. How and why? Explain this to me right now." Liriel grips the fruit tightly, her nails puncturing the tender flesh. Zephyr raises his eyebrows a bit, waiting for her response.
"Drop this. I do not wish to talk of it." Zephyr sneers slightly, leaning forward as she keeps avoiding his face. She slides her nails out of the fruit, using her mouth to suck out some of the juice inside. Zephyr continues to sneer, his eyes narrowing.
"You did it right in front of me so I feel like you are obliged to tell me. How does an angel come across such magic and why would she care, hm?" Liriel slams the fruit down, squashing it against the table.
"I told you to drop it! This is none of your business! Besides, you were the one who wouldn't believe me and made me expend so much energy to protect us both! Is that all of your questions because I do not wish to continue this interrogation." She stands up and goes to walk away from the table. Zephyr leaps up and pulls her back around, her feathered wings flashing behind her. She pulls back from him, looking at him angry and hurt. She stalks off, Pazuzu in her wake. Zephyr continues standing there, hand extended outwards. Looking unsure and confused, he draws his hand back and looks at it.
"She's right. Even though I was yelling at her and being belligerent, she still helped me. I shouldn't pry so hard when she could have just left me there, alone..." He lifts his head and stares at the door Liriel left through.
