"Right." Damon asked when he was about to leave. "I'm also here to ask about something."
Angela's eyebrow rose. "What? You only have one favor. You think I'm your intel or something? My service is not free."
"You little shit. Me marrying whoever you recommend is a favor for you."
"..."
"..."
"...fine." She said, grudgingly. "What do you want to know?"
Damon's jaw tightened. His hands tightened until the knuckles went white.
"Arkai Dawnoro's Luna." He said. "Can you give me everything you know about her?"
Angela's face changed. Her eyebrows rose, her eyes slowly became amused.
"What?" She sneered, but it looked more like a tease. "You like her or something?"
"She's hot as fuck." Damon said flatly. It wasn't hard to admit. "But she kinda sounds old. She looks like a human, but I assume she's not."
Angela's composure cracked.
"FWAHAHAHAHAH—" Her laughter exploded through the dungeon, echoing off the stone walls, bouncing off the iron bars.
