He gave a her a gentle look, his eyes bright with kindness. He could see how embarrassed she seemed to feel. "If I need to use it, it will be judiciously. Don't fret for me." He smiled, a soft chuckle as he admired the nesrly perfect work on the sheath. He was a little worried for her now though. Favors for demons never went well, even as a demon. "I feel so special." He giggled a bit putting it in his coat, he admired it for a moment there. Then looked at the ducks at their feet. "I haven't had a favorite day in a long time but I have another one. I'm glad it is with you." He didn't look at her.

"Ill do my best." Trixie teased lightly, doing her best to shove the conversation into her area of expertise; teasing. It made her feel vulnerable and unsure, this... serious stuff. Made her feel like a silly teenage girl with a stupid boy crush she didn't know how to talk to. "It looks... you look good with it. And I mean, you are special, so someone has to make sure you're reminded of that. Today it just happened to be me I guess." She smiled, glancing off into the woods. She blinked for a moment after his last statement before stumbling over herself in realization. She looked up at him, flushing and clearing her throat. She gently smoothed her hair back absentmindedly, feeling suddenly self conscious. "I-" She faltered, her naturally self confident facade crumbling beneath her. She blinked desperately at him, confused at her own uncertainty. "Are we friends, Sally?" She said, a halfheartedly teasing tone creeping into her voice.

He felt his face maybe get warm, trying to figure out if she just called him handsome or what, he figured it would be so wwkward if he asked any further, letting that side of the conversation sink in. He looked back eoen st her, the gentle and quiet start of a sentence made him womder if it was the same girl he was talking to moments ago. "I think we've been friends siiiince...like the third time I saw you." He smiled, a childlike one of feigning innocence. "I think at least we started being friends when you gave me a golden knife." He giggled a little.

Trix smiled at him and looked straight ahead again, shrugging. "Well, sometimes you have to make sure." She teased. "Also, im pretty sure this IS the third time youve met me. Anyway... uh... thanks for being my friend, I guess. I don't have many. Any, besides you. Which is pathetic, I know, but death is... really fucking lonely. You make it not quite so lonely." She smiled, glancing back up at him and shaking her head. "Anyway, now that that ive revealed I don't want you to die, what would you like to do?" She asked brightly.

He narrowed he narrowed his eyes. "Thats not true, I believe its the sixth." He rolled his eyes, a little smile at her dismissal." He crossed his arms seeing her delve into a less amusing and more vulnerable position. He let her speak with no sense of judgement. "I don't want to die either. Well- didn't. I was 28." He shrugged, neither of them had really disclosed how they had died. But he felt like hers was a bit personal. "How about we walk?" He gestured toward the path a few yards from where they were standing.

Trixie smiled at him and ran through her memories, glancing up for a moment. "Uhm, no, its the fourth. Get your facts right." She teased, nodding at his offer to walk some more. She continued strolling along the edge of the lake, watching him. "So, you don't have to answer this, but how did you die? Im convinced you have some sort of epic story to tell." She joked.

Trixie smiled at him and ran through her memories, glancing up for a moment. "Uhm, no, its the fourth. Get your facts right." She teased, nodding at his offer to walk some more. She continued strolling along the edge of the lake, watching him. "So, you don't have to answer this, but how did you die? Im convinced you have some sort of epic story to tell." She joked.

He glared at her. "It definitely isn't the fourth, no way." He dropped into a sassy american accent, just to rub the teasing in more. He looked ahead, the path was quite nice, trailing off into some pretty and open woods, the trees were losing their leaves. He looked down at her. "Well, um," He looked at his feet, and in a triangle- to infront of them and then back at her. He squinted. "Only if you tell me yours after."

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"I know, you just feel like you've known me forever." Trix teased playfully, looking around at the gradual change of scenery with a smile. She glared at him for his overdramatic american accent, giving him an eye roll and nudging him gently with her elbow. She let him think without staring at him, instead peeling off her classic baseball jacket and tying it around her waist to show the plain, navy T-shirt beneath it. Her hair had already been in a ponytail, and tattoo lettering was visible on the back of her neck, but hard to make out from where he was standing. She looked back at him when she received an answer, nodding. "Fair trade, I guess." She chuckled, staying silent so he could speak.

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He smiled at her, the tattoo catching his eye, he only looked when she wasn't looking, covering up the fact that he saw it by glancing sround when she looked up. There wasn't any reason to do thst he just felt like he was in trouble. He looked back at her, taking a slight breath. "When I was 24 I was drafted off to war. But thats not why. I hated war so much, I have a few battle scars, half were testing if I could get out of it if I was hurt badly enough." He looked ahead, at his feet in the moment. He seemed a little ashamed that he'd really risked dying to get out of it. "When I got back to my forge, I continued to make weapons and god knows what for whoever asked. Including the ranks. The rebellious townspeople took it different than 'just business.' By that I mean they thought I supported the greedy and bad people who ruled France. But business was business to me. They burnt my forge to the ground, rioting at me. They killed me." He looked off, he looked rather disturbed still. Clearly he hadn't forgotten after nearly four hundred years in heaven. He took a deep breath and looked at her.