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“Yes, my lord,” Sterling whispered, following after Kanjo as he strode from the room. Out of nowhere, it seemed, but really out of a deep pocket in his suit jacket, he produced a handheld electronic scheduler. Oh, the wonders of the twenty-first century. These things were so useful. Sterling could remember his butler days in the past, when he’d had to carry around sheaf after sheaf of paper just to keep his former masters in order. Such a pain it had been… “Seven thirty, meeting with your subordinates at the local café. Ten o’clock, visit the orphanage. Twelve o’clock noon, return for lunch, dress, and otherwise prepare for Lady Anastasia’s… party.”

Sterling finished and tucked the device neatly away, folding his hands once more behind his back as he trailed after Kanjo. Normally the schedules were more packed than that, but with Anastasia’s party taking up most of the night Sterling had seen to it that Kanjo not be too tired before the festivities started. He had to preserve his master’s health. As butler, after all, that was his first and only duty.

“The car is waiting to take us into the city, Young Master,” he told Kanjo. “Will I be driving, or Mr. Stillet?” It was only on a rare occasion that the driver – or anyone besides the butler – was actually allowed behind the wheel of the sleek, expensive black limousine.
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Youngjae sighed irritably, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as though the thought of the party – and of Damien’s games – gave him a headache. He could not fathom the demon’s interest in human girls. Youngjae, personally, found them flighty, irritating, and more than too interested in the personal affairs of men. Surely demon girls would offer more interest, more challenge, to his butler?

He opened the door for his Master and waited for the boy to walk out. He teased as he held the doorknob "...lady first..."

Youngjae, who had spaced out as they walked, came back to the world and narrowed his eyes at Damien.
“You are out of line,” he told his butler quietly, dangerously. As though he could ever really threaten the demon. But it was Damien’s job to acknowledge Youngjae’s desires, and obey them. Throwing his blonde hair out of his face, Youngjae strode through the door first and continued walking. “Where do we go first, Damien? What is the schedule?”