Esker chuckled quietly to himself, almost able to feel the young lady's chill as it ran down her spine. He tended to have that effect on people, what could he say? He was simply a demon of a doc- naw, too easy. And overdone, for that matter. Maids were better than butlers anyway, as they tended to be quicker to comply with their masters' demands. That was beside the point, however.

As he continued to walk in the direction of his room, he listened intently and nodded when Dodger explained her sketchbook to him, albeit rather simply. "I see," the doctor responded. He knew for a fact that the sketchbook had some sort of special properties about it, especially since he felt an aura emanating from it akin to that of the Lesser Key of Solomon. It wasn't as strong as said grimoire, but it definitely had the distinct properties of such a tome. Perhaps there were some sort of demon summoning spells scribbled within? Such a powerful tool in the hands of a rather average young lady, though. It didn't seem right, but Dr. Feilgeid knew what he sensed very well.

"Would you like me to escort you to my room so that we may go over your drawings in private?" the half-demon inquired, trying his damnedest to not sound pushy. "I could treat you to a drink or some food, if you'd like."

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