Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
"Huh. Well, what do you know," Vincent muttered, his eyes running over the file. "While I appreciate you taking the contract to save my sorry hide, you really didn't have to. The cafe's warded against anyone with ill intent towards it's inhabitant." The demon looked up from the papers, shooting Graeme a lopsided grin before handing them back, "Besides, it's not like we don't have someone wishing us all dead already. This shouldn't prove to be much of a problem."
Vincent crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the door, trying to keep up the appearance that this didn't bother him, while also mulling over the fact that there were now even more problems heading their way. Should more people show up, with the expressed intent of actually halting their progress, he wasn't sure what he could do about it. One wrong move could see them loose the support of their allies, and that was not something the demon wished to happen.
"Your pet," He finally murmured, glancing at the fox, "What did he just say?"
Vincent crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the door, trying to keep up the appearance that this didn't bother him, while also mulling over the fact that there were now even more problems heading their way. Should more people show up, with the expressed intent of actually halting their progress, he wasn't sure what he could do about it. One wrong move could see them loose the support of their allies, and that was not something the demon wished to happen.
"Your pet," He finally murmured, glancing at the fox, "What did he just say?"