Cairo was well versed in the relationship between familiars and witches. Entertaining the idea of having one hadn't really crossed his mind prior having enough power of his own, but the loss he'd taken recently of his spirit half left a nagging inadequacy. Being who he was and the bloodlines he was from, power, above all else, was a priority to the witch. There were ways to boost it, but the price they came with weren't ones he was willing to pay.
Other than for his job, he couldn't remember a time he'd been in the undercroft. Nor had he'd ever rented a slave prior. They weren't really worth is time or energy not holding much value or hadn't. Only one had his attention and was the reason he was in the place. The witch focused enough to ignore all the sounds of sex and the like with heat in full swing. Cairo not phased by much. Soon enough he found the familiar.
"Assuming your Kaj." He said looking from his phone to the slave who matched the photo. "That it? Just Kaj? No surname?" Not sure what he expected from a demon.
@kajoling
