He tilted his head slightly, encouraging, "All you'd have to do is show up. You don't owe him anything else."

Kyros's eyebrows drew closer as he worked to adjust his entire world view around this new piece of information. He had so many questions and concerns, but knew that bringing almost any of them up now wouldn't get him a meaningful answer. She was obviously trying to grapple with it herself. In an attempt at lightening the mood, he opted for an incredulous joke instead.
"I didn't realize demon attacks were such an aphrodisiac."

"Get them out of here," Giovanni said to Roo easily before stepping into the house. His gaze made quick work of the situation, stride unfaltering even as the demon tried its usual ominous song and dance. He noted 1) that they had kindly left him a weapon lodged inside the thing, and 2) that they had somehow done a surprising number on the thing despite being effectively clueless. Without much more thought, his hand shot out and took hold of the knife, wrenching it inside its chest cavity. The ensuing spray of tar smattered the front of his shirt, though it hardly seemed to bother him as he landed a well-placed kick to the beast's knee, sending it tumbling with a sickening crunch in addition to its ear-grating cacophony of rage.

"Can we just take today off?" He agreed. He wouldn't mind prolonging the little fantasy bubble they'd created, not to mention he felt it was a reasonable response to yesterday's near-death experience.

Leriph's eyes, however, danced around the hallway behind her in search of Rhea, who had slipped his side. "Later, Melanie, okay?" He pushed her off once more.

"Roo's guy." Feo clarified. "...Something is deeply wrong with him."

So many questions were raised by her statements, but he felt now was not the time.
"Parisa," he blurted out. "You can't stay there."

Giovanni worried more for Roo than for himself-- the blizzard was frigid, sure, but he had a tolerance for much lower temperatures than the warm-blooded creature wrapped around his waist right now. He didn't have high hopes for the foreigners, seeing as they'd been dim enough to let not one but several demons into their home in the couple of hours since they'd left them. But Roo insisted on coming to their rescue, so he'd come of course, even if only to help clean away the bloody mess that remained. In response to her words he only nodded with a small sound of affirmation.

Her rambling always amused him-- Venenzio and the others tended to keep the chatter to a minimum, so having a companion that was so vocal with what was on her mind was refreshing. This was their balance, with her contributions outweighing his most of the time, though sometimes he did it on purpose just to see what he could get her to admit in a bid to fill the silence.
"I've told you before, I'm happy to be here."

"I hope you are." He replied, taking his spot beside her at the door with the intention of blocking any harm that might burst forth once it opened.