“Come down. Now.”
“No.”
“I told you to come down.”
“I said no. Don’t talk like you’re giving orders. Am I your lackey? I’ll scratch your face to ribbons while you sleep.”
“What? Lack… what? Where did you even learn that rude way of talking… Jio! Don’t tell me you snuck out again and fooled around with humans by yourself?”
“You’re the one who fooled around! Always slipping in and out of this house and that, without an ounce of shame!”
That damned cat!
The demon, feeling heat rise to the crown of his head, snatched up the papers and flung them.
“Damn it! That’s because you went on a hunger strike saying you wouldn’t eat my cooking! And you call me a neighborhood gigolo for throwing away my pride and begging pathetically because of you? You ungrateful beast!”
“But… but your cooking is really the worst!”
“…You little—!”