[color=f7976a][h3][center]~Nem & Bel~[/center][/h3][/color]

Thankfully it didn't take long for them to find Bandalur. The owner of the bar walked over to them just as Bel took a seat at the bar, resting her arms on the counter. Nem took a seat next to her, folding her legs and clawed fingers lightly rapping against the counter top.

[color=a187be]"Skip the formalities?"[/color] Nem said with a light, amused chuckle. [color=a187be]"Why, that's rather rude. You haven't even asked our names. Is that how you treat all women? Ask them to get right to the fun bits before even asking their names?"[/color] Bel sighed, shoulders slumping as she gave Nem a quiet glare.

[color=ed1c24]"You can ignore her."[/color] Though she said that, she wasn't entirely sure how to answer Bandalurs question. She didn't entirely see any reason that he had to hire them at all. In fact, there were probably people better qualified for it. Granted, she was fairly skilled at dealing with annoying people and daemons both, but she wasn't entirely sure how to answer this. There wasn't a correct answer really, but there were answers that would be better than others.

[color=a187be]"Tsk, so rude..."[/color] Nem gave one of her fake pouts, before her usual smirk returned, turning to Bandalur. [color=a187be]"You're not even that good at this whole 'talking' thing, Bel dear so let me try, hmm? I promise I'll behave."[/color] She'd probably do it whether she wanted her too or not, so Bel simply gave her a silent nod to go ahead. [color=a187be]"Thanks~"[/color] The Daemon leaned in a bit closer, resting her own elbows on the counter as she gave Bandalur a confident smirk. [color=a187be]"The answer is quite simple, I think. You haven't hired anyone else, yet and judging from the kid that just ran out of here likely going to run home to cry, you're having a hard time finding someone good enough for the job. We can easily handle anyone that...disrupts the peace and keep out undesirables, heh~"[/color] Bel had to resist the urge to call Nem an undesirable herself.

Well, Bel couldn't argue with that. It didn't seem like they had one, and judging from how things were it didn't seem like it was going all that well. That said, she didn't really think that was much of a sufficient answer. He had said answer in one sentence, but that was simply absurd really. Nem did a fairly good job of that but she had a little something to add to that as well.

[color=ed1c24]"Wouldn't be our first time..."[/color] Bel added quietly.

[color=a187be]"So, can we get on with it or do you want to sit here and just ask us more pointless questions?"[/color] Nem asked, casually inspecting the claws on her right hand with a silent smirk. She sounded confident at least that they would be. For the most part Bel remained impassive, electing to keep silent. While she didn't entirely approve of the last part of that sentence, she wasn't good at this whole talking thing after all, and having Nem do the talking was always easier than doing it herself. She'd have stumbled over her words several times by now and probably wouldn't have made an all that good impression. She supposed the Daemon had some redeeming qualities, after all. She could easily get along with most people when she wasn't busy...being irredeemably cruel or otherwise engaging in less than morally correct activities.