Inside the attic, Soulguider gave the door a look, easily spotting Fiona who sat right outside.
"Aren't you going to do anything about it? She seems like she already understood and repented."
Aza'zel lunged on a comfortable sofa while browsing through some outdated files, though his thoughts were completely elsewhere.
"Her mindset is in too much of a mess, it wouldn't do great for us to talk now. However, you can do yourself a favor and help her back to her living space, lest she gets sick. At the end of the day, she's the only waitress in our establishment as of yet."
Aza'zel didn't feel like taking advantage of a woman with a weak state of mind, not that he needed to fall to such a low level anyway. Moreover, her current frame of mind wouldn't allow her to keep up with the pace of the conversation no matter how desperate she was to display her sincerity.
