Feo heard the creak of the old floorboards down the hall and his heart fluttered for a moment before his brain intervened. It wouldn't do to have him jump at every sound from now on, especially not with the threat of Pari's mockery around. It was either Pari wandering from her bed or something making its way to prey on her-- in either case, it warranted investigation. He sat up and turned towards the door, the faint light that flickered under the doorstep lending him courage. A demon wouldn't be carrying a lantern. Or... would they?
"Pari?" He tried, his voice a tenuous olive branch in the darkness.

"I know," he acquiesced, gently leading her to the chaise across the room. "But you have other options."

"Yeah, that adrenaline," he sighed, then patted the bed beside him, an open invitation.

"Yeah, how do I get it out?" He wondered in vain.

He visibly relaxed as she came into view, his eyes glinting in the light. "Thank god. I wasn't ready to face another one."

"Well, you are a person, aren't you?" He pointed out. "Everyone sees you as this mythical figure, but I've seen you puking your guts out in Vic's trash can. You've been demystified." He thought to add, "In the best way."

The gesture sent a shiver up his spine and he felt himself matching her lean. "One of these days, you're gonna make me come undone."

"You're looking for an eyeful?" He teased. A part of him stuttered in hesitation. He had so much shit going on, with all this stuff about his past and his family and his powers. And she was, well, the tenuously re-welcomed princess of Atherdale. However, all that could do easily be flipped right on its head. Instead of an obstacle, it was the reason to forge on. After all, who better to get involved with than someone who was equally fucked up?

"I don't want to," he replied, and the words came easily. It was the truth-- in this moment he wanted nothing more than to savor her company. The situation, now that it had finally arrived, hardly felt real. "Can I kiss you again?"

"Is that what she said to you?" His brows furrowed, thoughts spinning. Sparrow had dumped Gabriel? Now that was news. He had never imagined Sparrow to be capable of dumping anyone-- or at least not in a way they'd notice through all the niceties. Besides, how could she have made such a big decision and not told anyone? Maybe it had been a spur-of-the-moment call, a response to some offense.