"Hungry tonight, eh? I'll be sure to get you a large meal soon, then. I should be able to manage by tomorrow night." James said, smiling. He used his free hand to run his fingers through Anya's hair, and listened to the soft sound of her swallowing. It wasn't the most pleasant way to provide for her, but he was providing.

Or at least, he was providing until a loud crash thundered downstairs. "What now..." he asked.

He tugged his arm away, and it left Anya's mouth with a soft pop. He marched over to the window, and threw the shutters open to look downwards at the street, seeing a large canine worming its way in through the front door.

"Anya, Papa has to go fight a monster. Dinner's getting cut short." he said.