Kaden simply hummed in reply to his words, whispering a soft, "See you soon", as Deiru walked out of the room, sleeping only a few minutes afterwards.
Vic was at his desk, typing away on something similar to a laptop, but without it being physically there. It was just lights that his fingers scrolled across, easily changing the screen to another by the swipe of his hand. When his door opened, the demon looked at Deiru for a moment and then back down at his laptop.
Vic had shaggy jet-black hair, long enough to cover his ears, but short enough to stay out of his eyes. He looked to be forty but his age in demon years was higher than Kaden's, and it showed slightly from just how mature and stoic he seemed to be at first glance.
"You must be Deiru." He mumbled under his breath before turning off the laptop and glancing at the bag. Vic cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest. "There are a few ways you can be paid. Kaden left it up to you to decide, so tell me. Either you choose cash, spells, or something else of your choosing?" Vic wondered. Of course most chose money, it made sense but he had to make sure thats what Deiru wanted.
Then looking back at the bag, Vic made that 'laptop' appear once more before typing a few things and huffing. "His clan is called 'Eriper', I can send it to the clan, leave it here." He said, showing no signs of being demanding, although his voice wasn't the nicest either.
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