You did. They are not so affectionate as cats, which is a terrible shame… Humanity certainly domesticated the cuter animals.
[ Sebastian answers that first with a laugh as he similarly materializes a towel to wipe off his hand. He watches Sveinn idly, and the process is definitely unusual. For it being a “treat”, the outer jaws don’t need to move further to make the bites smaller. It’s clear the smaller internal jaws are doing just that, though, since there’s the sound of tearing mixed with a bit of blood dripping from between his teeth. Absolutely charming. Sebastian shrugs with a little sigh. He’ll clean it when he’s done making the mess… ]
But that is why our taste tended towards the practical, I suppose. There is a rather strict hierarchy in my realm with a limited number of spots at the top. The closest analogue is titles of nobility, but it is a bit more vicious than that. If you want to claim a “title”, you murder the demon who currently has it and eat them. Not an easy feat when we are essentially immortal, so it generally takes a few centuries of scheming to get a chance. So, little fellows like this are helpful for keeping the ambitious sorts at bay.
[ He gives a little nod to Sveinn, then looks back up to Silco with a slightly wry smile. ]
And naturally, Sveinn is at your disposal as well, should you wish. If you ever find you need to close up our little shop down below for a time, Sveinn will be an excellent ward against any trespassers.
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[ Sebastian answers that first with a laugh as he similarly materializes a towel to wipe off his hand. He watches Sveinn idly, and the process is definitely unusual. For it being a “treat”, the outer jaws don’t need to move further to make the bites smaller. It’s clear the smaller internal jaws are doing just that, though, since there’s the sound of tearing mixed with a bit of blood dripping from between his teeth. Absolutely charming. Sebastian shrugs with a little sigh. He’ll clean it when he’s done making the mess… ]
But that is why our taste tended towards the practical, I suppose. There is a rather strict hierarchy in my realm with a limited number of spots at the top. The closest analogue is titles of nobility, but it is a bit more vicious than that. If you want to claim a “title”, you murder the demon who currently has it and eat them. Not an easy feat when we are essentially immortal, so it generally takes a few centuries of scheming to get a chance. So, little fellows like this are helpful for keeping the ambitious sorts at bay.
[ He gives a little nod to Sveinn, then looks back up to Silco with a slightly wry smile. ]
And naturally, Sveinn is at your disposal as well, should you wish. If you ever find you need to close up our little shop down below for a time, Sveinn will be an excellent ward against any trespassers.