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She was staring at him blankly. Was she trying to figure out what he'd asked or was she somewhere else completely? James stood patiently for a moment, waiting, a solemn look on his face to keep him standing up properly. His belly was teasing him, sending him waves of nausea and sharp little prickles of pain that could not be predicted. He was just formulating another way he could act out his offer when she curtsied and took his arm. His green eyes widened for a moment in surprise. Partly because she'd curtsied at him, and because the contact was sudden. She'd called him Sir before, well, Sur, but same thing, but curtsying? James had never been curtsied at before. He was not just a servant, but also to all appearance an adolescent. But even if he could vocalize his thoughts he wouldn't tell her not to. She could do whatever she wanted to. Whatever made her happy.

She would die here, after all, it didn't really matter.

James swallowed as He began leading her down the hall, unsure exactly where to go. Her arm was very warm, he noticed. He'd eaten not too long ago, so he had that heat, but he was slowly growing colder and deader again. As always. Auch, the pain was dragging him down. he tried to smile at Linnet as he tried to decide where exactly she might like to go. Perhaps she'd like to eat. yes, that was an idea. Humans needed to eat all the time. Or at least, that was what Drake said. Drake's words had long been the authority on the needs of humans. Even though the daemon had never experienced the weighty wonders of living and having a body that ran on normal things like food and water. Not souls and the occasional corpse.

He pressed two fingers to his lips, then pointed at his stomach, then at hers in a half-hearted attempt to explain to her that he was taking her to the kitchen so she could have something to eat. He didn't know what the humans thought about him and Drake, what the humans thought their motives were, but he hoped she didn't think that he was telling her that he was going to eat her. He wasn't that stupid though, he thought after a moment. Not stupid enough to inform her of his intentions to murder and consume her corpse. It he'd actually wanted to do that.

Dominic had been spur of the moment, much due to the jubilation of having food for the first time in nearly a month. It was an excuse, but he'd cling to it. He didn't usually eat his kin-species. If he could call them that. James couldn't help but frown at his own apologetic thoughts. He needed to calm himself down and get a grip. Maybe he was just spending too much time with the human. Linnet. He needed to sit alone for a while or something.

Maybe after he dropped her off in the kitchen and attempted to make her something to eat he'd run off and bury the rest of Dominic and sit out in the garden and stare at the wall for a while. He'd be in trouble for not attending to the guests, but he'd cope with the punishment.

They descended the far staircase, James didn't know where Hassen might be, but the human's quarters was a very possible place, and he wanted to avoid Hassen at all costs, especially since he had Linnie. He didn't know what kind of mood Hassen was in. Well, he never knew, but that was beside the point.

As they descended the stairwell, James caught a bloody smell. Damn. That meant he'd have to try and get blood out of the rugs at some point. He hoped Linnie wouldn't mind if he took a detour to investigate. The kitchen was just down a hall and a left and a right from the stairwell after all. Curiously he followed the blood, it was rather old, he realized, down the hall. And then he froze in his tracks.

Not because of the blood though. More because of the sour looking head that had just poked itself out of the door down the hall. He released Linnie's arm as Drake spotted them and stepped all the way out of the door, making his way towards them. And he had a guest by the arm. He was dragging a guest by the foot. Lira? Despite his wariness towards Drake, James spared a moment to cast a wide eyed look at Linnie.

Everything clicked into place in a second. Lira had wounded Linnie, but she'd killed him. She'd been hiding, shell shocked, not because she was afraid of Lira finding her, but because she'd just killed a man. And by the looks of the body Drake was carrying after him like a rag doll, Drake had already taken the last bit of life from the man. He looked rather bleary as well. He must have had more to drink. Of course. And now he was in a bad mood. Hangover. Of course.

Drake slung his arm over his servant's shoulder when he made it within reach of the boy, as he'd released Lira about halfway down the hall, this was much more interesting that an old dead human was any day. "I see you've not cleaned up yet." He said, crooking his elbow at James's throat. "Well, you've got another one for your troubles." the boy reached up and pulled on the arm futilely. It seemed like Drake's new favorite pass time was finding all the different ways he could throttle someone, and James didn't particularly that game. "Guess who killed him, James. Guess." the red eyes flicked upwards, catching the odd eyes of the girl, the only living human in the hall. Ah, they'd not leave until he'd taken out a bit of his bad mood on them.

The chocolate haired boy let out a strangled squeak as Drake pulled his arm tighter. "Good boy." Drake said warmly. "Your right, it was Miss Mallory." He released James all in a sudden, and the boy's face went from all the shades of purple back to it's normal color in a matter of seconds. "She's your new little friend, isn't she James?"

The daemon, throbbing headache and all, gracefully made his way over to the little human girl, catching her shoulder with his pale fingers. "I'll tell you a secret, Little Miss Witch. This time, our little friend over here isn't going to be fed until you go and die." his voice was blunt, his eyes fixed on James. "And no sooner either, since he's been a bad little servant. He's not allowed to go and make nice little friends today." He leaned closer to her ear, still not looking at the human. "So you better go kick the bucket before the boy tears your throat out." Then he laughed loudly, a cold yet mirthful sound.

James flinched at the words, every single one of them, as if Drake had pushed him over and started kicking him. She wouldn't trust him anymore, even if she didn't believe Drake's words. And then she'd end up dying anyway, at the hands of some other human. Looks like he'd have the alone time he'd needed not five minutes ago. he'd have quite a bit of it.