home is where the sleep is

Wilder's smirk grows. "Maybe you are my demon," he teases, finding that rhythm that they had once had. It was easy for him to be serious and grumpy all the time, but around Vesper? It was even easier being a playful jerk too. He thought to tease her more, but wasn't given the chance when she suddenly sat up and onto the edge of his bed.

Both brows shot up now while his eyes widened slightly. The last time they'd been this close, they'd both been drunk and allowing inhibitions to take over. He was not well adjusted to having others in his personal space. Her declaration though helps ease a little tension until he's quick to glare at her.

"We both know the Warlord coul' easily kick yer ass. That man is a monster." Wilder takes on a stern tone as his eyes narrow and ears fall back into a disgruntled look. "Ya should be learning to fight to protect yerself, not get yerself killed," he chastises, exhaling sharply from his nostrils at her. "Maybe if ya weren't so busy fightin' the system ya'd realize we want ya to rise a rank so we coul' actually be friends." His retort shows a bit more of what he's feeling on the inside, but not too much.