Yako was just finishing off her fifth box of pizza when Neuro came stomping back into the office. He didn't even stop to greet her, no; he just kicked the couch she was sitting on backwards on his way to his desk. Rude. With effort a woman shouldn't have to exert so soon after her snack, Yako managed to heave the couch back up in the upright position. She settles back down on it with hardly a glance in Neuro's direction. He was obviously in a bad mood, so in the interest of her health, she would simply leave him to stew about it.
Ah, stew. Yako's face went slack with pleasure as daydreams of beef bourguignon began to swim through her head. Apparently her joy only served to annoy Neuro further because the savory images were knocked out of her head - curtsey of a tape dispenser. Yako had thought she had gotten a better sense of self preservation while he was gone. Or at least the ability to dodge better, she groused internally. The bruise at the base of her skull disagreed.
Yako continued to studiously ignore him with the hope that he would find something else to occupy him. The pair of scissors that flew by her ear told her otherwise. She yelped and clutched her hair. Yako was vaguely aware of Akane flailing in horror over at her desk, but she was far too distracted by the section of hair that was now two inches shorter than the rest of her blonde locks.
"What out of hell is your problem, Neuro?!" she screeched; a phrasing she had picked up from her demon boss himself. Yako leapt to her feet, spinning around to glare at him. If she wasn't in such a rage over her hair she might've backed down at the sight of him with a lethal handful of sharpened pencils. As it were it only served to tick her off further. "If I ruffled your feathers in any way I wish you'd let me know so-" she trailed off, "Neuro?"
The demon's arm was raised, a pencil held between his fingers like a dart. He had frozen mid-throw and the utensil had fallen with a clatter to the desktop. Neuro's green eyes were wide in a mix of surprise and…something Yako couldn't quite name. But she blinked and he was back to normal; innocently grinning away, lacing his fingers over the forgotten pencils.
"Why Louse," he absolutely purred, a dangerous gleam in his eyes, "if you want to ruffle my feathers, you'll have to buy me a drink first." Suddenly he was beside her, claws tangling in her hair. He slammed her into the wall. Neuro leaned close enough to hiss into her ear, "I'll consider taking you up on that offer."
By the time she managed to pull her head out of the new crater he was gone; the office door swinging lightly behind him. It wasn't until it shut with a soft click that she realized what had just happened. "Oh god." She slid down the wall in a shower of plaster and paint chips. "Oh my god." Yako noticed Akane waving about in panic and gave a nervous giggle. Even she heard the hysteria in her voice, "I think I just propositioned him." Falling to the floor she buried her face in her arms, a sense of dread settled in the base of her spine. "What does 'ruffled feathers' mean to a bird-ish demon?" She began to shake. "And he said he'd take me up on it!"
When Godai wandered in a few minutes later with a file that Neuro requested he found her rocking on her heels, her arms wrapped her knees and giggling in self-despair and muttering in a mix of French and Spanish. No wonder Neuro was in a good mood when he passed him in the street.