Damian furrowed his brow. "Why would I eat with you? Demons don't need food to survive. Even if I don't eat for a thousand years, I can still live."
"I know." Roxana smiled slightly while raising her head to lock her gaze on Damian. "But the dishes you brought are too much for me to eat alone. That's why you should help me eat."
Damian seemed reluctant at first because he thought eating was something ridiculous for him, but Roxana kept looking at him intently, leaving Damian no choice but to comply with the Lady's request.
He then sat next to Roxana, pouring mead into two goblets. "You have to taste this drink. Nergal said it tastes sweet and savory."
Roxana reached for the goblet and then brought the glass to her lips, and took a slow sip. She closed her eyes, savoring the sweet nectar that danced upon her tongue. The taste of the mead was exquisite, a perfect balance of the smoothness of honey and the subtle hint of fermentation.
