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Sverre nearly scoffed as she argued back, about to point out she obviously was inferring she knew him by accusing him of all sorts of nonsense. And she knew his name. Last he checked, it wasn't a common one.

The interruption by the serving girl was almost amusing, cutting off his enemy before she could snap back at him, the plate of hot fresh food a welcome sight. "Thanks sweetheart. Looks good." the demon commented to her retreating form, wasting no time in spearing a potato with his fork and bringing it to his lips. He barely glanced up as the woman all but leaned across the table to glare at him, her words only convincing him she knew him a lot more than he knew. It was unnerving to say the least. And how in the hell could she know him, he'd surely remember a woman like her. It was far more frustrating than he cared to admit.

Her questioning wasn't even acknowledged for a moment, Sverre biting into another welcome fork full of food, looking quite content. He finally spared the huntress a look, shaking his head. Clearly she was as stubborn as a mule...like him. "I shouldn't answer you at all. You've been quite rude. I'd say I'm far more deserving of answers than you little missy. You still haven't explained how you know my name." Sverre continued to eat even as the woman was seething in silent rage across from him, her eyes clearly livid. Allowing himself two more bites, Sverre swallowed them down before speaking again. "I'm here to eat and sleep in a nice warm bed. Maybe catch up on local gossip. Why else would I be in an inn?"