“Well they have mine.” Timon replied, climbing atop the demons shoulder where he then perched himself. “Er, your being alone with her, that is.” After all Vyers had been through at the hands of the goddess, he could not be trusted alone with her. Not when so many times things had gone wrong and the fault none other than his own. Vyers deserved a good smack in the head for even considering a visit to the shop.

“You can thank me later,” he continued, leaning comfortably against Vyers’ head. “Preferably over lunch.” If the demon intended to shop he had undoubtedly brought money with him, money that could be put to far greater use. Though why he had brought the bottle with him too was certainly a mystery. Just what had he intended to use that for?