Flycatcher Downs the art of getting by

If you had asked Deimos to repeat the song, he would have smiled cheekily and shrugged, because he isn't a man that has that kind of memory, and forgets things as soon as they leave his lips. He's too busy eyeballing the doe to notice the imperceptible shift in Esche. Bloated or not, the doe's looking really appealing and he's almost close to drooling when Esche's mouth shuts with a click, dismissing the possibility of further singing. Deimos is disappointed but not so disappointed as to skip eating. For that he nods understandingly, wrongfully assuming Esche is referring to stagefright. Many a-times that demon has made Deimos his bitch, so he gets it.

He manages a few more bites before resurfacing for an answer to Esche's most recent question. Traveling with others. Licking his lips and gulping down an absurdly large mouthful, Deimos waits until the food has evacuated down his throat and then nods. "Yup, for the last few months. I was traveling with someone but we parted ways. You?"