Andrew watched the other as he spoke, furrowing his eyebrows slightly. Andrew was fare more interested then he should or meant to be. There was something bothering him and he couldn’t figure out what it was exactly. “Some work.” It wasn’t a total lie.The demon did have a few deals to make and a few people who he needed to meet up with to collect payment.
Andrew looked at the plates of treats and picked up and unfrosted one and took a bite of it. “Do you live out here then?” Normally the blond would’ve drank, eaten and left but the sound of his own eating was bothersome to him.
Not unfamiliar with demons usual line of work, Erin merely sipped his drink quietly, his eyebrows only raising a smidgen when Andrew had said that. The problem was that Erin could not intervene, regardless of his own feelings on the subject. For some strange reason, he could feel himself wanting to, though.
"Oh, no. My friend lives close by. Although, I assume she’ll move the house again since I mentioned it. The woman dwelling there was from whom I borrowed the china set and baked the food. She’s nice, although a lot less easy going about demons than I am." He smirked a little. "Children are her job specialty, though. Mine is more of an errand boy." He placed his coffee cup carefully back on the dish from which it had been sitting. "It seems we are fascinated by each other, meant to meet, and are both unsure why. Perhaps time shall tell."
He wished he wasn’t getting such mixed messages from upstairs. Demons had their place and humans made their own mistakes, often very willingly, but they rarely truly understood the price they were to pay.