Dulce's expression was composed but his skin betrayed him, heat rising up to the surface. There was no reason to humor the Demons, and in the same vein, there was no reason not to.
It meant nothing to him anyway and in a year, they would be gone and he wouldn't have to cater to their whims anymore.
"We did," He agreed flippantly, looking up at the Demon with disinterest.
Ruoxi's heart lurched in his chest, there was a flush to the Vampire's cheeks but his silver blue eyes were so cold. How ironic that Dulce could be so cruel only when he had a heart.
Dulce slipped out of his hold and walked over to his wardrobe with the crowd in his room. This was their normal state of being after all, most of their time together had been spent in this manner, with all four Demons crowding his room.
"Let's go fishing together tomorrow," Asael spoke up as he took out a set of night robes.
