Cesidia stretches her neck out for him and sighs softly. Her face and neck turn a bright red and she clears her throat. “You- your not like that, are you?”
Cesidia chuckles softly. “Mmm.. Jonathan would probably say something like ‘Now how did you manage to fall in love with the man meant to kill you?’ And Arthur would say something along the lines of ‘Why the hell would you want your child to be half-demon?!’” She sighs. “My mother would meet you and be okay with it.” She chuckles. “My dad would probably give you a test and if you passed he might grudgingly allow it.”
He nods. "I have fire magic, flesh magic, death magic, I can summon and control anything weaker then myself from the underworld, and I can grant wishes, for the price of one soul. What about it?"