"No, but it make you laugh didn't it?" Asmodeus asked him back and the red haired man froze. It was this feeling again, that gut feeling that Asmodeus cared in a way he shouldn't. Not because he was a demon or a bad person but because he simply didn't have to. This whole idea had been stuck to Mark's brain and he couldn't stop making weird assumptions as to why he was here making him laugh after he had puked his guts out…literally.
"Asmodeus…" Mark called out his name and the demon hummed in response. "Why do you care so much?" he asked him.
"Who? Me?" he asked with an awkward laugh and Mark rolled his eyes.
"You, you are the one called Asmodeus right?" he told him with a frown and the demon brought his glass close to his full lips. He swallowed it all down with one gulp as he tried to think what he should do. "Thirsty aren't we?" Mark asked him and fixed his eyes on him.