Sven mumbled as he got off the floor and walked towards the others in the kitchen. He felt weak, something about his last night kept him jittery. But he was also overcome with hunger and thirst so the boy went to the kitchen an took an apple, sitting in a corner to converes with his demon. Usually he'd hate to but with hope suddenly appearing the demon was to busy contemplating to be a pest. 

"so mind telling me why you hate hope so much" the boy asked as he chomped on his meal.
"because he actually helps people, hope can be good and bad, but he's a demon that's not what we do" the demon grummbled
"if you think hard enough don't you all kind of help people?"