Snippet #2565795

Despite the nearby gasps following the fierce thud of her blade embedding itself into the wood, Sverre made no move to pull away. He didn't even flinch, the only reaction visible was a deepening frown and a pause mid-bite. Lowering the fork back to the plate, he gazed coolly at the woman as she once more snapped at him and treated him like a criminal. It was getting frustrating, and more and more restraint had to be summoned to maintain composure around the human. Added on was his frustration that such a human was actually puzzling to him, not to mention far too similar looking to a human he actually liked.

As soon as the woman withdrew her knife, Sverre growled in annoyance. "Do you always accuse people of things with no basis or proof? I have done nothing wrong, and you try to tell me I'm somehow going to be responsible for a village?" He took another bite of food, quirking a brow as his anger was interrupted by surprise. Her food? He had somehow assumed the serving girl was being very nice and treating him. Feeling inwardly stupid and aghast at his mistake, the demon dared to look apologetic.
"I'll get ye another one then...." he tried, only to see the woman storm off in a huff.

"Oy! Running away again?!" Sverre exclaimed, forgetting the more than half finished plate as he stood to stop the huntress. With half a mind to chase after her, the demon opted not to and let out a huff, dropping back in his chair. As curious and frustrated as he was, he didn't particularly want to deal with a crowd of humans. Especially not since they had begun to stare from the commotion. How obnoxious.

Seeing the serving girl passing by to deliver drinks to fellow patrons, Sverre gestured her near as she headed back to the kitchens.
"Pardon me love, but is that missy staying at this inn by any chance?" he asked in a conspiratorial whisper, intent on gathering as much information on her as possible.