The Demon Lord Is An Angel

"Can I get a cup of wine?" Kordia asked. "Something red."

"We’ve got traditional giant wine," the giant offered.

"Okay I’ll have that," Kordia said.

"You know they make that with blood, right?" Kir asked.

"Dragons blood. I like the taste."

Kir shook his head and grabbed a bit of charred, fried, and unidentifiable meat. "And you think I’m weird."

"I’m not the one who eats charcoal and mana stones." She countered in a lower voice, with a wink.

"Alright, fine, we’re both weird with food."

"Everyone’s weird with food," Kordia pointed out. "We just know each other."

He chuckled, "True." He bit into the charred meat, which burst with flavor and heat. Using his claws, he started to pick at the pile.

Their server arrived, and Kir looked up to find a familiar face instead of the previous giant.