No, Vyers really was not happy. After everything that had gone on, all he really wanted was to lay low and keep out of the eyes of the Organization. This... This was the exact opposite of that. The demon sat with his chin in his hand, glaring out the window, completely unaware of Timon's messing with the salt shaker (though he doubted Timon would listen to anything he said about it if he had noticed and warned him).

Did these reports interest him? To some point, yes. It was obvious they held information they weren't supposed to have, but what exactly it all meant and how it all fit together he didn't know. But he still couldn't help but wonder... Why did it have to be now?

And why did he always have to be the one to pay for everything? Every time food was involved, it seemed he was always the one who had to pay. Vyers reached up and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. This was not his day, was it?