The descent to Hell is easy...

Archon only let out the smallest of sighs. He didn't expect the two to get along, but he had expected them to make a better face effort. He only hoped they would come to their wits by the time the pups were born. It would have been so simple if the agreement between himself and Deathbelle had remained professional, but now it hadn't and he had to deal with that. When his empress left, Archon waited a beat before addressing Dea. How did he feel so tired?

He took a second then turned to Dea with a soft expression, "We'll have to keep trying until you can either win her heart or her respect. A demon queen can do one of those, right?" He gave a more chipper smile, willing her to take the challenge and to prove herself stronger than the wary, uncomfortable wolf she had become recently.

"Where would you like to look? How about a nice densite?"