"Sage... That's a pretty name." He thinks aloud, glancing up at the ceiling. At his next comment he looks back down. -He can't really kill me anyway, so I might as well let him stay.- Adrien thinks. "Nah you can stay. I enjoy the company." He says, flashing him a smile before standing and walking to the kitchen, clearing his plate. He walks back and sit's back down, quitely enjoying the silence.

Sage couldn't help the blush that crept across his face at Adrien's comment. He'd been called a lot of things, but someone saying he had a pretty name was definitely not ever one of them. He was surprised when Adrien said he could stay, but didn't waste any time in nodding his head and offering the guy a shy grin, that king him again before getting up with a grunt to put his plate away. "I can sleep on the couch. I don't need much," he said with a shrug. He'd probably need new clothes....his we're definitely dirty now. But he doubted anything of Adrien's would fit even if the guy offered.

"That's alright. You can take the guest room. And you probably need new clothes so we can go shooping later or you could take my clothes, but I doubt they would fit." He says, plopping himself down on the couch. He wondered if he could put up an illusion spell so he didn't hve to look human... That thought quickly diminshes as he hears a knock at the door and smells an angel. He stiffens but manages to get up, walking to the door and opening it. "Yes?" He says coldly. Blocking the dorr with his body so the angel couldn't see inside. "Hi! I was wondering if I could borrow a screw driver?" The angel asked. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Sorry no. Bob has one. Go ask him." He says before slipping back inside. Sage was looking at him strangely. -Oh crap. The angel didn't knock did he...- He thinks. Walking to the couch and sitting down in it, burrying his head in a pillow. Back up to not bother his back more than it already hurt from hiding his wings for to long.

Sage sort of grunted and shrugged. "Maybe an old shirt so I don't completely ruin your bedsheets," he mused. Though, he nodded along with his assuming they wouldn't fit. "I think I'd drown in one of your shirts," he noted with a slight chuckle. It wouldn't be too bad for bed though, he figured. Sage cocked his head slightly when Adrien stiffened and then wandered to the door. He smelled the angel from here and stood, fully really to fight again but relaxed slightly when Adrien sent it away. Though, he did have his rising suspicions about the guy. He seemed to be able to do more than a human could....but so far he hadn't smelled angel or demon out of him....so what was he? He eventually wandered to the couch too, flopping down next to Adrien. "You don't act like anyone I've met before," he mused, hoping for some kind of comment or reaction that could clue him in.

Adrien shrugged. "Not my fault." He says. He panics when a sudden sadness watches through him. He scks in a deep breath and breaths it out. Meeting Sage's gaze he stopss. His soulless, sad, tired, anxious, eyes boring into Sage's. He held the gaze, not knowing quite why though. Maybe it was that he knew that this demon was treated etter than he had been... He seemed to have disobeyed orders at some point though as he has a cut across his cheek. He didn't bring it up, instead staring into Sage's eyes. He seemed to e waiting for a reaction of some sort, or maybe he had already given it. He didn't know and didn't care either.

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(Does Sage know how angels are treated if they are different or don't follow he rules? Maybe he thinks they are all living the best life?)

Sage was admittedly a bit confused when all Adrien did was look over at him. His gaze softened slightly when he noticed how exhausted the guy looked. And not just physically. He understood the feeling, though he wasn't so sure why the guy seemed so upset. He worked in a peaceful, quiet cafe...but some people just had had bad back stories. Of course, he couldn't tell what it was with this guy, but he held his gaze for a moment before letting out a slow breath. "You're not human, are you," he asked softly, almost heasitantly. If he was, then he'd probably think he was crazy. But....he needed to know.

Adrien huffs out a small laugh. "Took you long enough." He mutters, pulling his knees up to his chest. Feeling small. "You were sent here to kill me." It wasn't a question. "So? Any other questions...?" He asks quietly. Barely audible. He couldn't kill him but he hated talking about this. He was so... exhausted.

Sage let out a slow breath, giving Adrien a curt nod when he said he'd been sent here to kill him. At his next comment he snorted and nodded. "Yeah....why the hell did you heal me if you knew I was sent to kill you," he asked. It really made no sense. "You should've left me there. By the time I died, hades got mad and did whatever he wanted to do with me, and I regenerated, it would be a long time before you had to deal with me again."

Adrien looks surpised for a moment before bursting into laughter. "I'm immortal! You can't kill me! Even if you burn me and scatter my ashes I'll regenerate." He tells Sage with a smile on his face. He sighs again. "Anything else you want to know?" He asks politly. Knees still up by his chest.

Sage rolled his eyes at the guys comments, though chuckled along slightly. "Still, I imagine that the whole process of being killed isn't exactly pleasant," he snorted. "I can speak from experience." Then he added, "besides, you still could've left me there and not had to deal with me for a few decades." Then he grunted and nodded in repsonse to his question. "Yeah...what time do you go to bed around here," he asked, voice laced with amusement. They really were both exhausted, so bed sounded nice.