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Molyneux watched as the girl received the keys and made her way out of the kitchen. At the very least Eris seemed keen enough to throw herself into the work and get stuck in, and that was always a plus. However it would take some time certainly to see where the girl really belonged and what sort of tasks he could trust her with, let alone what kind of capabilities the horned-girl possessed. After all what was she really good at as a demon? That’s what the man was very interested in discovering. But pushing that thought aside for now, the half-demon went about collecting his plate and cutlery before giving each a quick rinse over at the sink. Once that was taken care of he immediately made ways for the bar, assuming that Eris had done as asked and wasn’t causing complete chaos already. Or worse still, damaging anything.
Entering the room silently at first Molyneux observed the place in one glance. He had to admit, it wasn’t that bad. But not exactly perfect either. Or was he just being too critical? Perhaps. He wasn’t going to shower her in praise just yet. However, unwilling to give away his presence too soon the man lingered by the door without uttering a peep, arms crossed and leaning sideways against the doorframe. With an almost fault-finding gaze in his eyes the half-demon merely watched Eris for a handful of minutes, until creeping over to the bar and leaning on the counter, and suddenly announcing, ”Why don’t you wear something longer?”
Crossing over one arm and supporting his head with his other hand, Molyneux looked at the girl as she continued what she was doing, his eye-lids dropping just a bit. ”We aren’t running that sort of bar you realize,” he added shortly after, feeling a need to point that small fact out. The man wasn't necessarily into that kind of thing, but being a demon you could never fully tell what went on in his head. ”Well, we try not to. Unless we’re desperate for the money. Or it happens to be a good weekend.” Rather shamelessly so, it would seem. Molyneux normally wouldn’t think twice about taking money from people, it was the most tempting perk of running a bar although he at least tried to go about it in decent ways... if that was a thing. Regardless the Council still got their share.
”Anyway, you know nothing about this area, right?” Molyneux asked just then, appearing curious. ”You’ll have to get better accustomed to it if you’re expecting to be of any use to me,” it wouldn’t help if the girl got lost while out in the city, and the man didn’t fancy having to go looking for her either. He’d need to fix that, sharpish. ”Suppose we’ll have to go out at some point, show you around, get you properly settled. It’s not going to help anyone if you get lost out there. So, fancy it? Going out I mean.” Glancing away Molyneux stared at the clock that hung on one of the walls, seeing what time it currently was. It was the start of a new day, though mornings were never the busiest time for them. Usually around lunchtime the pace picked up. ”You'll also need to get acquainted with some of the staff around here. They'll be your colleagues, so I'd advise making a good first impression.”
Entering the room silently at first Molyneux observed the place in one glance. He had to admit, it wasn’t that bad. But not exactly perfect either. Or was he just being too critical? Perhaps. He wasn’t going to shower her in praise just yet. However, unwilling to give away his presence too soon the man lingered by the door without uttering a peep, arms crossed and leaning sideways against the doorframe. With an almost fault-finding gaze in his eyes the half-demon merely watched Eris for a handful of minutes, until creeping over to the bar and leaning on the counter, and suddenly announcing, ”Why don’t you wear something longer?”
Crossing over one arm and supporting his head with his other hand, Molyneux looked at the girl as she continued what she was doing, his eye-lids dropping just a bit. ”We aren’t running that sort of bar you realize,” he added shortly after, feeling a need to point that small fact out. The man wasn't necessarily into that kind of thing, but being a demon you could never fully tell what went on in his head. ”Well, we try not to. Unless we’re desperate for the money. Or it happens to be a good weekend.” Rather shamelessly so, it would seem. Molyneux normally wouldn’t think twice about taking money from people, it was the most tempting perk of running a bar although he at least tried to go about it in decent ways... if that was a thing. Regardless the Council still got their share.
”Anyway, you know nothing about this area, right?” Molyneux asked just then, appearing curious. ”You’ll have to get better accustomed to it if you’re expecting to be of any use to me,” it wouldn’t help if the girl got lost while out in the city, and the man didn’t fancy having to go looking for her either. He’d need to fix that, sharpish. ”Suppose we’ll have to go out at some point, show you around, get you properly settled. It’s not going to help anyone if you get lost out there. So, fancy it? Going out I mean.” Glancing away Molyneux stared at the clock that hung on one of the walls, seeing what time it currently was. It was the start of a new day, though mornings were never the busiest time for them. Usually around lunchtime the pace picked up. ”You'll also need to get acquainted with some of the staff around here. They'll be your colleagues, so I'd advise making a good first impression.”