Harley walked with Hazel to the inn, and asked for a room so they could share it, he decided he could just sleep on the floor.

Hazel instantly reddened when she saw Harley paying for a room to [i]share[/i]. She had a moment of panic, [i]Oh Atros what does this meant does he excepect something why didn't he just get a room with Amadeus[/i], her mind quickly jumping between different trains of thought. She looked for her 'big sister' but Solanne was no where to be found, the group quickly splitting apart when they arived at the inn. She turned her attention back to Harley, "So, you, uh, want to share?" She said breathlessly. 

"Yeah, if you don't mind?" He said. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, continuing, "I kinda wanted to get to know you a bit better. And I wanted you to show me some fire tricks." No innuendo or added emphasis on any words noticeable, but who could tell? "If you're scared or whatever, we  can have separate rooms, however, I tend to refrain from trying anything on women that could without a second thought turn me into a crisp." He concluded, raising an eyebrow at the redhead.

Hazel shook her head, determined, "No, no, it's fine." Despite her words Hazel was desperatly searching for Solanne, scanning the room to no avail, [i]Please I need some... sisterly advice.[/i] But she was nowhere to be seen.

"Cool, well, it's right there." He pointed to a door and walked to it, opening it for the other teenager with a disarming smile.[i]Atros, I hope she doesn't think I'm a pervert, or just trying to get in her pants, I mean, not that I would argue.[/I] 

Hazel hesetaited momentarily, "We just got back from battle, shouldn't you at least buy me dinner first?" She said said flatly.

"Oh, of course, my bad. Please forgive me Miss Hazel." He closed the door and walked to a table looking over a menu."I'll take a steak and a water." he said to a nearby waitress after handing the menu to Hazel.

Hazel scanned the menu, taking a moment to decide. "I'll have the baklava and a lemonade." She told a waitress, handing the menu to her. "Soooo... how exactly does one become friend with a demon?" She said, grasping for some topic of conversation.

"I was a little slave boy, one time, as I was rhyming, I accidentally summoned a demon, apparently, and bought my sabres, the price being severe depression and constant lust." He, said, regretting that last part. [i]And now she's going to think I'm only doing this to hit it.[/I] he thought. [i] You have to admit, that's half of it, don't lie boy, I'm in your head.[/I] It was true."And we're not friends, she's a prick." He added.

"Well, uh, sorry, I guess." She wasn't quite sure how to reply to the depression and lust and the part about his demon being a 'prick', although that didn't suprise her.

"Yeah, it's whatever. Hey, after this is all done and we kill these monsters, I'm fine with ditching everyone and being your loyal servant." he said, seemingly serious, running a hand through his hair, he continued."Or assassin, or something like that." He smiled as he saw a waitress walking over to the table, a smile that faded as he saw it was Hazel's order. Oh well, Baklava was easier to make. So he couldn't really get mad.

Hazel shook her head, "I don't think you'd like being one of my servants very much... it's a bit boring back home in the Sky Kingdom... and they don't have the [i]nicest[/i] boss..." She took a tentative bite of the baklava. It wasn't exactly the quality she was used too, but it was good enough. 

"Nobody is really nice to me, and I've been whipped a fair amount of time." he shrugged, he didn't wanna seem desperate to be her slave, because he wasn't. He ran a hand through his hair again. "But hey, whatever you say. So, I guess I had fun killing that thing, though, you did all the hard work. I'm glad I could help make you look good."He said, unable to think of a reason not to shower her with compliments.

Hazel smiled. Harley's compliments were clearly working. "Well, you weren't too bad either. I'm not a hunderd percent sure I could of taken it by myself... but I guess we have no way of knowing." 

"I'm sure you could've, you're clearly the strongest of us all, I'm telling you, I was your first fan."He wasn't lying in his own mind, he was a fan of hers, long before he'd heard of any other fans. "I was pretty ecstatic when I saw you in person." he added.

Hazel gave Harley an incredulous look. "Really? You're not just pulling my leg, are you?" She said hopefully. She was actually excited at the prospect of having 'fans', especially fans that were other powerful people like Harley.

"Yeah, of course! Since day one! Beautiful mage that happens to wield greater power than ever seen? I'm all about it." he replied enthusiastically. "I don't pull legs, I sever them." He concluded as his food arrived.

Hazel reddened. Not many people called her beautiful- they had a different choice of adjectives for her back at her homeland. Most were quicker to go for 'monster', or 'terrifying', or a number of other not quiet so complimentary words. "Well... th-thanks..." She put down her fork, her hands beginning to play nervously with her hair. 

"Yeah, I speak from the heart." He watched as she fidgeted with her hair, she had really good hair, he never noticed how good it was before, he turned quickly to his food as he realized he was staring and began to eat. "So, what time do you go to bed?"He asked before taking a bite.

Hazel realized Harley was staring at her. She also turned her eyes down towards her food, "Well, I've always just gone when I feel like it... I never really had anyone to tell me any different." She picked her fork back up and resumed eating.

"Great, so we have plenty of time to talk, then." he said. "I've been really wanting to get to know you better."He added. "Dive into the mystery that is 'Hazel'." he said the name with more affection than he planned to. "Maybe watch you do a couple tricks with your magic." he finished, resuming his meal.

Hazel's meal was nearing completion, but instead of finishing it she placed her fork down again, finding her hands at her hair again. It was a thing she unfortunatley did quite often when she was nervous. "Well, what exactly do you want to know?"

"Hobbies?  Favorite color? The works. The only way I can really get to know you is through time spent, though. But the basics can't hurt, can they?" He squinted at her as he ran a hand through his hair."Let's start with color, then animal, then hobby, I guess."he concluded, nearly done eating.

Hazel was taken a bit off guard by Harley's questions. She didn't exactly excpect him to be the sort to be intrested in that kind of information, but she decided to oblidge him. "Hmmmmmm..." She seemed to be deep in thought, all the while still nervously fiddling with her hair. "Well... I guess my favorite color is red," [i]Like fire[/i]. She did not verbalize the last part of her sentence, "Uhhhh my favorite animal... well, I guess it would have to be a bird... a dove," [i]How easy it would be to just fly away[/i]. Once again she did not verbalize what was a part of her sentence. The irony of choosing a bird that was commonly kept in a cage was also lost on her. "And hobbies... well, I guess you can't really qualify burning as a hobby... I..."  Her face was turning a deep shade of red now, "Well, not a lot of people know this, but I like to knit... you better not tell anyone that."

"Kniting  is neat, I'd totally wear it if you made me something, and yeah, red is my favorite color." he said."Something that may or may not be influenced by the color of your hair." He added, too full to finish his plate."So, what's your favorite way to kill?" He asked, something that he'd really been wanting to know.

Hazel was caught off guard once again by the remark he made about her hair, and then the question of killing as well. [i]Well, he changed this conversation pretty fast...[/i] Not to say that she wasn't relieved to have a topic that was a bit easier for her. "Isn't that one a bit obvious, Harley? Burning, incenerating, scorching, all that stuff." She was trying her best this time to not turn a further shade of red because of the compliment he paid towards her hair.

"Yeah, fires are pretty cool. Oh! In fact, you should knit me a fire-themed scarf. A long one that should drag in the wind when I ran, I'd wear it constantly." he said, stretching quietly and then cracking his neck. "Would you do that? Ya know, secretly?" he asked.

Hazel looked at him disbelievingly. Her face, which had by now returned to its normal non-tomato like color, was not reddning again. She reluctantly nodded, "Fine, but if you do wear it, don't tell anyone where you got it." 

"Oh, definitely not, I'm the master of secret-keeping, there are several things you'll never know about me." he ran a hand through his hair, looking at the unfinished food and the bits of fat that he pulled from the meat. "Hey, wanna head to our room?" he asked, toying with the room key in his hand. "Or we could do some training, not that you need it." Harley added.

Hazel's face reddened again. It seemed that she was stuck in an endless loop between shy, red faced embarassment and boisterous overconfidence. "I-I'm, uh, kinda tired after the fight today... manipulating living things like I did with those vines is somewhat taxing. Let's call it a night." She said quickly.

"That was definitely the coolest part." Harley said. "Those vines were as thick as it's legs. I'm sure everyone on the team is gonna start showing due respect." he continued, standing up, pushing his chair in and walking over to Hazel to help her up like a proper gentleman. "Shall we?" he said as he extended a hand.

Hazel reluctantly accepted, grasping his hand, standing, holding on for just a second too long and then quickly releasing it. "Well, I don't know about that. Solomon is... well, I don't think it's possible for someone like me to earn his respect. Amadeus, well, maybe I'll get his respect for being strong but I don't think he'll ever particularly like me. Solanne's cool, but she's not exactly a very respectful person. No matter what I do she'll just treat me like her kid sister." 

"Good points, well, I certainly respect you." he assured her. Harley walked Hazel to the door, opened it and waited for to enter, kneeling and saying,"After you, M'lady." grinning up at her with his most charming smile.

Hazel shook her head, smiling. There was certainly a fine line betweening flirting and acting like an idiot, which Hazel thought Harley was tiptoeing on. "You're quite the charmer." She said sarcastically, entering the room. It was fairly standard fair for an inn in the country. A somewhat lumpy looking bed and not much else, but one really couldn't expect much more from free lodgings. 

Harley shrugged and teleported into the room, closing the door as the wisps of smoke from his short teleportation dissipated. "This is worse, than when I was a slave." he half-joked, then teleporting to the bed and sitting toward the foot."You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the floor."he remarked casually. "So, what do you even do for fun in a place like this, other than wreck it?" he wondered aloud.

Hazel shrugged. "I dunno, I'm sure you'll think of something." She said, flooping down on the bed.

"Oh, rest assured, my imagination and creativity aren't the limiting factors."he said in a suggestive tone. He looked around the boring room."We could call Amadeus over? He's kind of ..morally inclined. But he's not so bad. Want to?" Harley inquired, taking his shirt off lazily. "You don't mind if I shed this, do you? I don't usually sit in my room with a shirt on." he added, stretching and yawning. "Or I could be ridiculous and dance or something? Maybe just praise you until you fall asleep? I could praise you for a few hours." he concluded.

Hazel's face was red again. [i]The Black Devil certainly has some negative points, like a sex obssessed demon, but damn he looks good,[/i] she thought to herself. "Hmmmm... well, that's entirely up to you. Do whatever you want." She said, her face now turned away from him, towards her pillow. She was definitely going to try and avoid the embarassment that talking to him face to face while he was shirtless would bring, since she was almost sure she would have difficulty forming a sentence.

"Oh, why ya gotta be so cold?" he asked, seemingly offended. "Not even gonna look at me. What'd I do?" he chewed his bottom lip and ran a hand through his hair. 

She quickly turned away from the pillow, sitting up on her knees on the top of the bed, "No! I," She took in his features and quickly became flustered, "I... uhhh... I... I..." She was unable to find the end of her sentence, and simply stood there mouth agape.

"Calm down, dear Atros! Are you on your period? Look, I can just leave if you want, it's really whatever, I just thought maybe we could spend some time together, but if you want me to go..." he suggested, unsure of how to react to her flustered behaviour."Just calm down, I'm not gonna try to dominate you, unless you ask, in that case, I would do so gladly." he remarked with a sly grin.

"What?! I- I- You- I'm not- I don't- I just..." Hazel gave up on finishing her sentence, her face reddining much more then it had before. [i]Where's Solanne when you need her...[/i] she thought glumly to herself. If there was anyone that could extricate her from this awkward situation, it was her sister. Hazel was angry, upset, and absolutely infatuated with the boy that was so much like her all at once. 

"Look, I'll make it simple, do you want me to get a separate room and leave, yes or no?" he asked simply, sighing and running a hand through his hair, then raising an eyebrow at her.

"No! No, no, stay, please... I-" She cut off her sentence again. [i]Atros, why do I have to be so bad at this?[/i] "I just, I've never really... you know, I've lived most of my life locked up away from other people... this is kinda hard for me..." She sighed with frustration. She was not the Hazel Daphiat she knew, but someone else. She was used to being a fearsome tormenter, but now she was just some hormonal teenage girl that was constantly shy, nervous, and lost for words.

"Okay then, I'm staying. Simple, right?" he stated rather than asked. "Yeah, I get that, I'll try not to be overbearing." He chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. "Oh! Should I put my shirt back on? I can see how you might feel awkward."He raised an ebon eyebrow at Hazel as he asked. "Uh, do you want me to sit on the floor?" he asked further, wanting to make her comfortable.

Hazel nodded, "Yeah, yeah, sure." She said happily. She was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. Just saying how she felt made it kinda easier, her internal panic slowly dropping.
 
 "So, Hazel, seriously, after all this monster slaying business, what are your plans?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the redhead. "Cuz, I kinda got nothing, nobody, so if you could incorporate me into whatever they are, that'd be great, you're the only I can relate to here." he remarked, then shrugged, "I don't wanna seem weird or clingy or anything." he sighed frustrated frustratedly, running a hand through his hair.

Hazel was a bit suprised. She didn't really peg Harley to be the type to look for companions- more the sort who would fade into mystery after their venture ended. "Well, if you really want to, sure, you can come along... but I don't really have much of a plant, to be honest... I don't think I'll go back to the Sky Kingdom, there's not really a whole lot for me there, but beyond that? I have no idea." 

Harley nodded, cracking his neck as he thought for a moment. "I have a bad feeling about Emerald Wyvern." Harley said, his tone grave. "I feel like him and his morals are going to get in the way, especially after that stunt he pulled, that was an offensive act of defiance. He was making a statement." Harley chewed his lip more aggressively, tapping his foot."I'm not saying we should go against a powerful, useful teammate, however, we should certainly be careful."he concluded, shrugging as if he'd expected to say more, but realized that's all there was.

Hazel shrugged. "I'm just going to leave him alone. If he tries anything stupid, I'm not too concerned. We can make it by without him. I don't care if he want to kill himself healing some villager, I think you might just be reading too much into it. Just let bygones be bygones." She said flatly. 

"If you say so." he replied, he felt strongly about it but didn't feel like arguing with her, though had it been anyone else he might've pursued an argument."We probably ought to get to bed soon, don't you think?"he raised a brow at the girl.

"Yeah, I suppouse so." She said, falling back against the bed. "I am pretty tired after today." She said, yawning.

Harley teleported under the bed as she yawned, smoke  rising on either side then dissipating. "Careful, there's a monster under your bed." he remarked as he got comfortable on the ground.

She sighed, getting under the covers. "Very funny." She said sarcastically. The bed was pretty uncomfortable, not exactly what she was used to, but it was at least better than the ground. She tried her best to get comfortable, closing her eyes.