This wouldn't do. No, this wouldn't do at all. Vyers was no one's vassal. He'd like to think that he had enough dignity to not allow himself to be that! As such, his pride spurred him on, made him ready to let loose a stream of objections and wishes for vindication and other such things, but Timon's dismissal of the entire situation quieted the Dark Adonis for the moment. It wasn't likely that Timon was going to be listening to whatever he said right then anyway.

That didn't mean Vyers liked it or even had to act as though he liked it. With a huff and a cross of his arms, the demon plopped into his chair, slouching a little and grumbling to himself under his breath. He hid his face with the menu, only pretending to read it. He was too caught up in angry thoughts and he had already decided what he wanted besides.