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[sadist_daemon]

Daemon is lounging in his room, engrossed in a game of solitaire. He'd welcome someone to talk to (or pounce, depending on who it is) -- or even someone to play cards with.

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[sweariwontdie]

"Daemon?" Armand's voice is quiet as he doesn't want to get on Daemon's nerves by startling him.

[sadist_daemon]

"Warlord," Daemon replies mildly. "Would you like a game of cards?"

[sweariwontdie]

Despite the mild tone used by the Consort, Armand colors in embarrassment. After a few moments, he manages to say, "My apologies, Prince... Sadi." Then he takes a deep breath. "Please call me Armand. Nobody is formal with me unless they're yelling at me."

Then he looks at the cards Daemon is holding and considers the invitation. "What game?"

[sadist_daemon]

Daemon shrugs and shuffles the cards, looking amused. "Alright, then, Armand. As for the game, I was thinking anything but cradle."

[mostgiftedwitch]

She's actually at SaDiablo Hall for a brief visit with others of the First Circle, so will respond to Daemon's "open post" by knocking on the door.

"... Warlord Prince?"

[sadist_daemon]

"Come in, Lady," he replies, stretching out in his chair.

[mostgiftedwitch]

"Thank you. You haven't been seen as of late, so I thought to inquire. Are you well?"

[sadist_daemon]

"As well as ever," he replies politely. "I've been helping Lady Marian."