"You didn't answer my question," Midnight spoke coldly as she leaned back in her chair and put the book aside.
"I just really wanted to talk with you," Zaroth responded.
"Didn't I tell you that I would prefer it if you didn't bother me again?"
"Don't be so cold," he spoke as he placed his right hand on the table close to hers.
"How could I not want to talk with you when we now share a connection?"
He was, of course, referring to the time he had made a deal with the demon about keeping quiet about their abilities.
At the time, Zaroth was drunk, so he almost didn't notice, but for a moment, there appeared some kind of symbol on the back of his right hand. So in a way, he shared a connection with Midnight.
With a sigh, she spoke, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"
"Well," pointing to the book she was currently reading, he answered,
"I want to know why you are here and what your goal is."