«What's your name, sweetie?» – Astarte asked, slowly approaching the fat man with such a graceful gait that any supermodel would choke herself with envy.
«It's none of your business.» – Kyon snapped coldly, considering his plan of action.
«How rude… Do you dislike me so much because you are confused by my horns, wings, tail and reddish skin?» – the girl pointed at herself with a finger with an extremely offended look. She knew that almost every person has been brought up to hate demons since childhood, so she asked this question.
«No. I don't care about your race. However, I hate my master and those who encroach on my freedom. You and your sisters were chasing me to take me away and enslave me. Who do you think I am to be happy about this? Fuck you!» – Lovr rudely replied.