operly. His mind drifted off to the recent ev

d thick dusts, but since the bedrooms, the living room and the kitchen were

p up an evening meal for both of them with ease. First, Heron d

ng dirtied, " wa

hirtless form. Marcus glared at him and raised his brows

an air conditioner yet, "

till can't accept that a demon was helping him clean the house, most especially a demon who has some past wi

his butler was right, the room was indeed ho

be more comfortable, " Heron suggested, stopping fr

ron, " Marcus answered, no

his temple and that's when he felt a cold han

ing with piercing eyes in front of him. He ran his hand up

and if I see you lying in bed. Here, it looks disgusting. So why d

nd clasped the buttons of his shirt. "No, Sir Heron. I

ed and returned to his earlier

told, whilst releas

ernoon was left with an uneasy boy and an amus

*

t packs in the fridge for them to heat, but being a butler that he is, he chose to whip up the dish

nd a bland mashed potato came into the table. M

standing in a Spongebob-printed apron (Marcus had bought toge

eron immediately replied with shar

plate, cut the God-forsaken steak into pieces and forked a small cu

mented, eyeing the dem

tated, pleased with his so-calle

ce the wrath of the demon general. But goodness, he was a lover of food, bu

Azrael in the Traugott Residence?" Marcus ques

ing Marcus, " answered Heron, s

ha

n, who does it for y

t you know. I am a butl

now the word 'spices'. W

hort silence

entences like 'I want to learn or it's none of your

a torrent of emotion, stared at him. The words were simple but Marcus held his b

uneasy reply. "But we can always eat outside or he

n the sink. "That's just an option though." He took

e, surprisingly, Marcus didn't have any leftovers, but actually, it was a hard ch

when the gas stove is not working?" Ma

s, " was Heron'

y asked nonchalantly, not g

s, " he coolly replied, "that's h

oke out the last cube i

The demon'

r Heron, you c

ne was clipped, but with

ak with charcoal, not with the rid

e that, " Marcus muttered silently, trying to calm his nerves with a

his legs, answer

take time. There are better things

a butler or not?!' Mar

the spoon in his hand and rested

d to move his face out of contact. "Then, next time, let me cook, " he suggested, actin

uch of a fight and that relieved the boy very much. "Just make sure you cook better than me. And while you're

the sink, turning his back on Marcus. He pulled the

g this, squeaked in his head s