"Oh so that's what I smelt." Adyn sighed, he was getting bored already. Yo, Adella! Wanna come and meet some people? He projected into his twin's mind, getting an eager response. It was a few moments before a small woman walked out of the wall, saying a greeting to Adyn in French.
Neirym raised his eyes to her. “Death, I presume?”
"Nah." Adella laughed softly, patting Neirym's head with a sharp-toothed smile. Adyn's eyes were full of glee, now it was a party.
Neirym shook his head softly and snapped his fingers. Adella disappeared in a pink flash before appearing at the opposite side of the room, unable to move. Neirym looked her up and down. “Don’t touch without permission sweetheart.” He winked at her before turning back to Adyn as if nothing had happened.
Adella's face darkened. "Don't magic without permission, sweetheart." She growled, moving against his magic to sit in the air next to Adyn.
Neirym grinned widely, his eyes sparkling. “Of course, precious.”
"I am…very uncomfortable," Boss muttered, folding his arms. Then a look of clarity crossed his face and he sighed. "Guys…I don't think I'm the one who got summoned here. I think it was my uh…shoulder demon? Not sure what to call him, other than Nick. He's a chaotic bastard if I ever met one. I think…I'm just supposed to translate for him. I don't think you can hear him."