On their way to the gathering, Emily redirected her angry gaze from the front of the carriage to the window beside her in silence. She didn't appreciate that Raylen had played the card of informing her mother about her plans to stay at her relatives' place for a few days.
"Are you pouting?" She heard the archdemon speak beside her, refusing to grant her the peace she craved.
"I don't pout," Emily replied tersely without looking at him.
"You sure?" Raylen probed, and Emily turned to shoot him a glare. "You don't appear to be in a good mood. Cheer up. Everything I do is for your benefit. If you were to go with Julius right now, he would think you have forgiven him for what he said and didn't do. This will make him work harder to gain your attention. What?" he asked innocently.