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The servant flinched sharply as Drake snapped at him. His lips curled back in a silent growl, but no sound passed his lips. He was in no mood to grace the demon with such a pleasure. Not now, anyways. Having James in such close vicinity had taken away all the happy, fluffy feelings that he had been experiencing lately, what with all the company, even if they did make him more nervous. But even with the defiant growl and the frustrations, he lowered his head so that, hopefully, Drake wouldn't get too angry with him. He'd seen what the demon could and, more importantly, would do to an individual that simply couldn't die; he wasn't too keen on finding out exactly what would happen if he tried to push his limits too much. Besides, this temporary master had been kind enough to grace him with a pet after his last one had away. Poor kitten.

Where had the foolish thing run off to, anyway?

More importantly, there was the matter of food. And Allease, but he would deal with her later. His friends had to be taken care of first. But what about James? He couldn't just leave the boy like that, now could he? The need to give attention was beginning to build up, anyway, and the wounded, bleeding James was more than perfect for the job. So, how to go about this...

James would have to come with him. That was all there was to it. If he wandered off, there was no telling where the boy would wander off to and then Hassen would be stuck searching for the puppy to lavish with love and affection and end up abandoning his new playmates, which would not end well. They needed supervision, for a little while, at least. So he would have to see about carrying or dragging James along. No problem. Next he would have to find an alternate route to the kitchen. There was simply too much blood in the middle of the hallway to be able to pass around it and he just wasn't as lithe as he'd like to be. Not without the added help of adrenaline. There was no point to tracking the mess even further down the halls, either, as it would only be that much more that he had to clean up. Better to keep the mess where it was for now. Besides, Dante had only just spoken up about her desire to find a different way to the kitchen. While not as easy as he would have liked, the servant was more than willing to do so. Next up, he'd have to go check on Allease. This could easily be done while the other two were eating. Oh, but what to do with James. Hmm... He'd deal with that later.

Right, that seemed easy enough. Task in mind, Hassen turned his attention directly to James. The smaller servant eyed him warily, like a caged animal, and Hassen knew better than to just throw himself forward and care for the boy as every protective cell in his body was urging him to do. Instead he carefully dropped to his hands and knees and approached cautiously. Of course he had an advantage in this particular situation. There was no way that James had enough blood left in him to be able to fight the larger servant off. Besides, Hassen wasn't approaching with intent to harm. If that were the case, they'd already be rolling on the floor, biting and clawing for all they were worth. This was clearly different from the usual, to those that knew what 'normal' was with this particular family.

Before James could complain or throw a fit, the servant grabbed the boy and dragged him over before standing up and throwing James over his shoulder. There was a moment where Hassen grimaced, every muscle in his arms and chest spazzeming at the sudden usage, but it didn't last longer than a moment. He then turned around and limp-marched past the couple that had been following him, clicking his tongue to get their attention as he passed. So far, things were going smoothly.

The new route to the kitchen wasn't all that difficult. He had to make a couple turns and wander down the halls a bit, but it wasn't long before he pushed a door open and stepped into the eating room. It was easily recognizable to the pair of butlers, especially because the door had several large gashes running across and a deep canyon running almost through the entire door where Hassen had taken the bar and tried to force his way through. Whatever had happened to the boy? Had he run away as well, or had James taken pity on the poor thing and freed him? It did not concern the servant, so he showed no interest in the matter. Either way, his guests would most likely find the door interesting, if not frightening. After all, they had no way of knowing who had made the marks, how, or even why.

Once near the center of the room, Hassen adjusted James across his shoulder so that he could point to another door, beyond which was the kitchen. They could feed themselves for the time being, since he had two other important tasks, both of which needed to be completed as soon as possible. The sooner Allease was dealt with, the sooner Hassen could move on to caring for James.