Chapter 5: Demons always good at reasoning
"Why don't you become my bride as the price?"
I blinked, repeatedly. Was I so drunk, that I started hearing ridiculous things?
"...come again?"
"Become my bride," the voice was unwavering, with a smile that truly felt like it belonged to a demon.
"...a what now?"
Patiently, he answered with amusement. "My bride."
"...yes?"
"Alright, you said yes, so the deal is sealed," he clapped his hand once, in a loud sound that almost sobered me up. While I was still in a shocked daze, he stood up from the table he'd been sitting at, walking towards a table with an assortment of wines.
"Hu...huh? No, wait! Waitwaitwait!" I stood up and clambered at him in panic. "That wasn't—I didn't..."
He stopped walking and stared at me—at my hands that clutched into his stupidly well-made suit. That stare rendered me speechless, and all the protesting thoughts died down in my dull mind. "...why?" All I could say was a shaky question.
"Why not?" his reply came in an easy, casual tone, as if deciding to take me as his bride was as easy as deciding which wine he would drink from that assortment on the table.