"I guess I will be forced to live oppressed. However, they seem so confident in the fact that they can stand up to the demons. They seem to fail to realize that the demons will attack after they cripple the templars with the darkness. With these oppressed ways I must live, I will stand by and watch the templars die. They will not see my assistance in the war. Nor with giving them intelliegence to survive. The crown and the innocents will see my support and full fledged intelligence to survive. That I promise. And as for the food, you don't need to waste any extra energy on me princess. I really appreciate the offer but I don't want you getting in trouble for me. What I could use from you is simple, I could always use a friend." The half-demon says with a small smile on his lips. He found it ironic how he was asking somebody to be his friend. Didn't friendships usually just kind of happen?