[h3]Cason[/h3]

Cason scoffed when she mentioned she was only violent around him.  In his eyes, he took that as almost a sweet little nod to his efforts.  Although, he should have known better, considering how rough things had been.  The thought kind of made him smile.  She was scared of him, in ways.

As she walked back into the room, he looked up at her after a couple of seconds, his eyes trailing from her clean face, over her body, down to her bare feet, “You look…better.”

He watched her sit down, and shrugged his shoulders at her question.  The demons picking up her car wouldn’t screw him over.  They knew better.  How good they were with driving, he didn’t really care, as long as the car got there in one piece.  Sighing, he stood from the bed and stretched with a groan, “They won’t screw up, if that’s what you’re asking.  Your car will get here in one piece, and if it doesn’t, I’ll kill them in front of you…you know…for damages.”

He said the words casually, snapping his fingers and causing a pile of clothing to land on the bed beside him.  He rolled his eyes at the fact that his mind had conjured a leather jacket, a black t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans.  It was so…pedestrian. Sighing, he picked up the jeans and laid them out, before stripping his own long sleeve shirt over his head.  

He paused, glancing over at her to see if she was looking at him, before causing his pecs to jump lightly.  He chuckled with full teeth, and pushed his pants down, stepping out of his boots at the same time that he stepped out of them.  He quickly whipped the belt from his old pants, and pulled the new ones on, hopping a bit to get them over his legs.

“And where do you plan to go?”, he asked her, buttoning his jeans and starting on his belt, “What are your plans today?”