Having risen to his feet again, Timon gave Krichevskoy a suspicious look. “I know people.” He said while he threw the bag he had been carrying over his shoulder once again. “And I got ways of knowing if you’re lying to me. I’ll take your word for it this time, but next time…” The meerkat narrowed his eyes at the demon then turned to enter the restaurant. Er, by enter the restaurant, that was rather wait to enter the establishment. He frowned at the doors as though he had expected them to knowingly open for him.

“Well?” Timon looked back to Krichevskoy. “Are we eating or what? All these politics are starting to make my head hurt.” Likely because he had been forced to think for once.