I was still extremely wary but made sure not to ow this, I make a brushing off motion as to convey that I didn't mind. I didn't know if he knew sign language so, I go to ask but at that moment my stomach grumbles reminding me I still haven't had breakfast, actually he probably hadn't either. So I head over to the kitchen. I pour out a bowl of milk and some tuna out for him (does a demon cat even eat milk and tuna?) then go to make myself some pancakes.

The demon looked up at her then down at the letter which he had to turn his head to see. His long claws clicked against the floor as he tried to pick the letter up. "I can see that." He said flicking his forked tongue out as all six of his eyes blinked at the same time. In this form it was difficult to do more mundane tasks such as read the letter. "I meant where am I? Clearly I'm not in the underdark anymore."

I jump and turn around. "Are you okay?" I ask not sure if the apparently demon could talk in his dog form. Not waiting for an answer I walk back to him and pick him up and put down on the living room couch. I rub his fur again before walking to the kitchen, washing my hands, and continue making omlettes filled with peppers, cheese, and bacon. "Are you hungry? I ask concern filling my voice. "I hope you like omlettes." I tell him.

I felt my heart do a little jump in surprise but don't let myself outwardly react. I instead give him a small smile and shake my head, waving to one of the chairs at the table offering him a seat while I prepared the food.

Her eyes seemed to light up at the word underdark " No defiantly nowhere as exciting at whatever the under-dark is, you'r in St. Thomas, a island in the ocean...... where is the underdark?" she asked quickly after she finished explaining

" Yeah Starving! I love omelets" you hear him say nonchalantly from the other room as the TV turned on.

(he is in his human form now for warning ^^)

"Alrighty how many do you want?" I ask concerned that he may actually be starving. "So demons can talk as a... hellhound?" I ask. "You are a hellhound aren't you?" I wasn't exactly sure if he was a hellhound or not.

He smiled and held up his hands in surrender jokingly as he took a seat at the table and watched you for a moment before asking a question. " So You live by yourself?"

He smiled and held up his hands in surrender jokingly as he took a seat at the table and watched you for a moment before asking a question. " So You live by yourself?"

I only half focus on the cooking, I knew I could do it half asleep (because I have) and instead turned my attention to him when he spoke. To answer his question I nod, choosing not to elaborate on it.