Nothing exciting particularly happens until she swaps out books beneath the avatar of sloth's head, all the titles relation indicating she may have placed them there before he fell asleep. "When did you find time to fit three books beneath me?" Belphie grouches and stretches, "And stop staring at me. It's disturbing my sleep." "You had five at one point. I've been swapping out…" she picks them all up and puts them on the table, "Lord Belphegor, you haven't slept for one second since entering this room. Your consciousness has been fully aware." How- "Are you staring into my mind?" he accuses, obviously itching for a fight. "No, Lord Belphegor. I would not be serving you well to intrude upon your mind. You already hate my species. It's contradictory to give you more reason to." Every time she addresses him she turns fully to him, but the moment she ceases speaking she continues flipping through books in a non-immersive way. Her skill for multitasking is definitely notable. "Scum of the earth." "Noted, sir." Satan snickers. He was trying to keep the noises of amusement down, but it bursts forth despite his mask. Their eyes on him makes him reign it in once more. "Have you been following him since breakfast, Ewa?" The sight of the human sitting beside Belphie then in front of him then trailing behind the avatar of sloth fills his head. He wasn't sure how they would work out, but the clever human has found a way to firmly attach to his brother without the avatar being able to escape yet not breaking any rules of etiquette. Even her formalities did not miss a beat. "No, I have been following him since Lord Beelzebub carried him out of his room. It took me roughly twenty minutes to find his room and familiarize myself with the path from mine to his. I was only waiting for him to rouse for a couple of hours." "Humans are so damn creepy!" he hisses and stands up, stomping off, "Stop following me!" "I can stop following you closely." "Do that!" Ewa nods despite the fact that the avatar of sloth cannot see her and begins to levitate. A quick mutter and she attaches to the ceiling, sticking with as much ease as a lizard. Satan coughs at the unexpectedness of it. Belphie did not notice and looks behind him. "Where is it?" "…" He'll figure it out eventually.
Snippet from chapter 11 of The Madness of Magic (WIP)
