Demise watched as Ghirahim slowly ran his hands along Link's back. The boy had come to them complaining of an ache and Ghirahim had offered to heal him. As the sword spirit worked, Demise observed Link as the boy relaxed against the ministrations.
Since his capture, the former hero had needed to deal with many changes. He had lost his freedom and best friend in one day, not to mention failing his goddess-given mission. Due to this sudden change, he had caused the demons a lot of trouble during his first few weeks as Demise's slave. Fortunately, thanks to Ghirahim's methods of convincing, the boy had come to realize his luck and was now nearly adjusted to his life in the demon realm.
In fact, Demise realized, the child from the sky seemed to have formed a sort of bond with the sword. Could it be he had accepted Ghirahim as a replacement for the friends he had lost? His sword did seem to be spending a lot of time with the child lately. And he had to admit, he felt a little jealous.
"Master?"
Demise started as his servant quietly spoke in his ear. "Yes, Ghirahim?"
"Are you all right? You seem very pensive."
"I was…just thinking on some things. Nothing to worry about. How did the healing go?"
Ghirahim gestured to the bed where Link was sleeping soundly. "He's fine now, Master. Are you sure you're fine? I can give you a session too if you'd like."
"Actually, I would prefer a different sort of relaxation, Ghirahim."
The sword spirit smirked. "Of course, Master."
"However," Demise said quietly, as he looked over at the sleeping boy. "Let's try not to wake Link this time. I would enjoy some time alone with you again."
"Certainly. I've been missing our sessions alone as well, Master."