[ Neuro gets a sidelong glance as he breathes in deeply, since that's another trait they don't share. Sebastian isn't actually particularly sensitive to things from his (their?) realm, so to breathe in the particular "air" was no more necessary than it was for him to breathe in his service under the contract. Yet still, the partial praise at least seems to soften his temperament to some degree, since when you're hungry for praise like Sebastian, beggars really can't be choosers...
He takes his seat elegantly, with as much care as if this were a real, formal occassion, though the rose stays in his hand. The plates are all for show, more symbolic than anything, since demons do enjoy that sort of melodrama. The only thing actually of use is the knife, which Sebastian makes clear as he explains. ]
It is simple enough. We wet the roses with our blood, exchange the oaths to which we agree to follow, then swap and mix our blood.
[ Why is he explaining this to another demon? He feels a deep sense of regret already. ]
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He takes his seat elegantly, with as much care as if this were a real, formal occassion, though the rose stays in his hand. The plates are all for show, more symbolic than anything, since demons do enjoy that sort of melodrama. The only thing actually of use is the knife, which Sebastian makes clear as he explains. ]
It is simple enough. We wet the roses with our blood, exchange the oaths to which we agree to follow, then swap and mix our blood.
[ Why is he explaining this to another demon? He feels a deep sense of regret already. ]
It is a simple enough blood oath.