[ He used to kind of like Petre, as much as a half-man and a tortured demon could like one another. They were treated similarly. Used and abused as toys rather than beings of any sentience. Well, the demon's sentience was rather suspect now, and Tavor's mother is gone no longer able to coo at him demand things of him, but once they'd smoked cigarettes together and acted like caged animals in the dark.

Tavor stares silently at the demon for a long moment of silence before he turns his body to face Brandon. ]

Adina decided she wanted one, and what Adina wanted, Adina got. If her brothers didn't do it for her, she would just get up and go do it herself. That's how she got her first son, stalked a stud with the kind of power she liked and stuck her hand in his chest, threatened to fill him with acid if he didn't let her have her way.

[ Another cigarette finished and flicked away. Another just as deftly lit. ]

She wasn't going to have another one, already had her sweet little prince that she was so proud of and everyone else hated. But then her brothers actually caught her a demon. She was supposed to use him for parts. But you know, [ A vague shrug. ] then she got greedy.