Chapter 33: Understanding

 Dean: Incubus, mage. Has a soft spot for kind grandmothers?

"More tea, dear?" I smile and hold out my cup for a refill. Dru is like this really fluffy person, that you can't help but want to hug, and squeeze the life out of.

"Thank you, Dru," I tell her, as she fills up my cup. When she is done, she turns to Augustine, who has just set an empty cup on his saucer.

"More tea, dear?" Dru turns towards him next.

"Oh, no. I can't drink another..." Augustine tries, but then Dru levels him with a glare. The mana around the walls flares to life. Ah, she might be a kind old granny, but she is also a dungeon core. Augustine smiles and holds out his cup.

"Take a cookie, dear," Dru tells him when she is done filling his cup. "You look thin. Do you not eat enough? If it were anyone else, I'd say that you didn't like the food that you were served, but we are talking about you. You can cook so well, that my mouth waters just thinking about it."