"You won't tell me how to find Mitzrael?" Matthew asked once Tylith's song was over.
"Why should I?" Vine asked him clearly drunk.
Matthew got quiet thinking. He had no way to sway the demon king.
"And if I ask nicely?" Tylith suddenly asked and sat on Matthew's lap, passing her arms around his neck.
The demon king's face contorted visibly in jealousy. But the promise of something more made him stay put.
"What do you mean by 'nicely'?" Vine asked.
"You know what I mean." Tylith's voice went low and seductive.
"Really? Why?" The demon king was incredulous.
"You don't need to do this, Tylith." Matthew protested. "I won't harm you if you don't help us."
"Oh dear…" Tylith caressed Matthew's face. "It became obvious you wouldn't a long time ago."
"Then why?" Matthew asked.
"Because I want a favor from you and you can't say no." Tylith smiled and kissed his forehead.
"What favor?"
