the hellhound bites his lip in distress, not afraid of the demon necessarily, but unhappy with messing up. ❝ I’m sorry, I’m sure we’ll find it. ❝ he flinched lightly wringing his hands as he took a furtive glance at the demon. he obeyed easily, checking the man’s clothes. ❝ is this it? ❝ he asked hopefully, holding up an item.
❝ You’d better find something, yeah. ❞ despite the softened tone, her words were still harsh, probably more than necessary. still, this situation was the reason why she rarely asked someone else to do things for her : it always ended in utter disappointment.
❝ Gimme that. ❞ snatching the pendent from his hand, she took her time to study it, a rather satisfied smile soon curving her lips. ❝ You’re lucky, looks like what I was searching for. ❞ the demon then took no time to put it in her coat’s pocket, green hues still staring at the hound, raising an eyebrow. ❝ Stop looking at me like that, it’s not like I’m gonna hit you or whatever, for fuck’s sake! ❞ and it was not like she looks particularly intimidating, not with her five foot frame. ❝ What d’you want in exchange? I hate the idea of someone working for free. ❞