Company left, leaving his escort and the person who had been identified as 'Eden' alone at the table with him. Luciel had taken the restrictions of the scene to gnaw off the bottom nubs of the ripe red apple, though the words from Brielle stopped him in the motion. Teeth clicked together through the skin of the apple as he lifted his head enough to look to Eden with pupils slit like a cat's, a tenseness around the brows that looked like worry and shock. A small narrowing took hold, the disappointment bubbling back to the surface, but a response came to clarify Brielle's claim further as skin pulled away to unsheathe the sadistic maw forever grown to grin. A tiny pop sounded as Luciel's mouth widened to slice off a good two-thirds of the remaining apple with core and all. A few gnashing chomps obliterated the apple before catching the rest and pulling the stem off before the fruit met the same fate. Gorily macerating the mouthful, Luciel lifted a hand to tactfully obscure the sight after he felt the point was made, gently setting the stem back onto the plate and prying off a small section from the ham.

Swallowing hard, the beast managed the fruit down with ease. "Luci-el," he started, lifting his other hand to inhale the meat and cover the scene with his other hand in the process as he ate. His comment was aimed to correct how she had pronounced his name, though he figured it mattered little based on how she seemed to be bursting for opportunities to harmfully name him. [color=8882be]"I owe Miss Brielle my best behavior for saving me"[/color] Luciel explained, before elaborating on the claim [color=8882be]"Guards at the gate sought to rob me...again..."[/color]
True, this was not his first trip to the town, but only his first where he made it past the outskirts. Derrick had pinned the halfbreed as easy picking, and Luciel's subjective nature brought him to beg for mercy and forgiveness rather than give the human monster what he really wanted.

...And so he was occasionally robbed out of spite.
The only difference was that Brielle was there and had the authority to tell Derrick 'no'...[i]this[/i] time.
Regardless of if she even cared, it was still among the most significant acts of kindness that Luciel had ever received from humans, and he was [i]loathe[/i] to forget it.

[color=8882be]"I will be of no trouble. A tool can wait...if you would allow my audience"[/color] Luciel continued after a palpable moment, shifting the sacks of produce on his shoulders to discretely devour the rest of the slice of ham. Again, both hands covered the mess which a forked tongue flicked through the fingers off to lap up the spiced juices of the decadent mean.
The muffin was something he could take with him and savor, especially the cute use of berries suspended within the pastry which he loved so very very much by the scent, alone.

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