Luracin swung the door open with a great deal of clumsy flair, two large, bulky bags hanging from his arms. “Ta-da,” he said proudly as he entered the cozy space. “Look what I have, Dom.”
The human barely glanced up from his book, exerting the minimal possible effort to acknowledge his arrival. “Uh.”
Luracin glared at his rather disinterested response. “What do you mean, ‘uh’? I brought celebration dinner.”
In reply, Dominic casually waved a half-consumed bottle of beer in the demon’s direction. “I have dinner.”
Luracin sighed and settled in, dumping the still warm takeaway boxes onto the counter. Fetching himself an unopened bottle, he fell into a couch. He was tired and still not done with his work, but he was in a relatively good mood. “Beer or Maelinese beast fries, either way; we
