At the posed question Valerian turns his attention to the two demon lords, drinking from his cup occasionally, his wings twitching in a slight irritation. Meanwhile I pour myself another drink, already feeling the rush of alcohol burning through my system. Valerian gives me a sideways look, as if to say: 'don't do that', but I keep on drinking anyway, uncaring of the consequences.
"The Princess, quite unfortunately did not know of the arrangement I made with her mother, and was under the illusion- but by no fault of her own- that she was an entirely ordinary mortal. Since she quite obviously had no idea about my plans for her, I allowed her to make a deal with me," he adds, noticing my body tense up beside him. The red demon snorts into his cup.
