Meokii
Stefan frowned as he saw that the little demon was not completed with the clean up and for some reason got very worried for him. Sure he was a demon and would probably kill him given the chance, but he didn't want to see him hurt. He winced as the other small body was kicked and those threatening words left Danarius's mouth. Once everything was cleaned up Stefan relaxed and sat where he had slept the night before, though this time he couldn't use his wings as a makeshift blanket. He wanted to speak, say... something but he knew better than that. So he just laid there in silence, the stinging feeling in his wing keeping him awake.