; A ; Y…You guys….oh man I don't deserve all this wonderful praise from you guys. You really are so kind and patient with me and AHYBVSODNCAOC IM SO SORRY GUYSSSSSSSZZZZZZZZZ! I know I'm a horrible person, leaving you in the dark for God I can't even remember how long without an update but….but…. *HUG* YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST WATCHERS I COULD EVER ASK FOR I REALLY DON'T DESERVE YOUUUUU. So here it is! The long awaited update that I'm so sorry didn't come out sooner. I will try, TRY, to keep this up and keep writing, because I feel like a bag of douche for making you guys wait so long.

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By the time Felicity had finished explaining she was sitting next to the chef, her hands entwined together and resting in her lap. She was leaning over, her crimson eyes cast down as the silence between them stretched on. A heavy sigh passed through her pursed lips and she hung her head, gently shaking it as her long, blond, locks came cascading down on either side. The poor man probably thought she was crazy after her whole story. Even while explaining Felicity noticed how idiotic and farfetched it sounded. When she finally sat up again and hesitantly glanced at the chef, she saw that he looked surprisingly calm.

"So dey're are more of ya?" he muttered under his breath, turning his head away.

"Excuse me?" Felicity asked, her voice soft and meek. She hated the weakness she was showing and mentally berated herself for it.

"Sebastion isa' demon butler too. I thought he was de only one."

Felicity grunted. "I knew I smelled something on him."

Bardroy gave her a slightly confused look.

"We demons have advanced senses. For example, you smell like charcoal, cigarette smoke, and a hint of…" Felicity blushed and turned her head away at the sensual comment wishing to escape her mouth. Instead she cleared her throat as a very inappropriate image of her human partner in the shower and partaking in some…unmentionable activities passed through her mind.

"Hint o' what?" Bardroy asked, somewhat concerned. The last he wanted was to smell any more like an astray in front of his beautiful companion. When he realized his complement toward her he smiled sheepishly, casting his eyes over her flawless face and down her body once more. The thin, black, robe she had on was practically useless, for the material was sheer looking and he could easily see through it and ogle the soft, pale skin underneath. At her large bust…her smooth stomach…her curvaceous legs...

He shook his head, removing his prying eyes when he felt her stare. "Hint," he cleared his throat. "O' what, again?"

Felicity tried to ignore the man's ravenous stares at her body, and blushed when she realized how transparent her robe was. She fidgeted nervously when he asked he about the smell again and she stood quickly, hurrying over to the closet on the far side of the room and rummaging through it for a new change of clothes.

"Well, it's not really my place to critique you, especially what you do in your spare time." She muttered, glad her back was to the blond so he couldn't see her profound blush. She snagged down a pair of new dress pants and undid the tie holding the robe together. While the black material was still on her body, she proceeded to slip on the pants and then began looking for a new top and coat. She found one and let out a small "ah" in approval as she shed the robe and fumbled with the grey scaled dress shirt. She felt his gaze again on her back and she quickly slipped the shirt on, hurriedly buttoning it up and shrugging her new tail coat on. "And I understand that you humans, especially males, have needs. We demons have needs too, but we can suppress them well, especially when we are in the human world, since we usually don't have any….um….but in the demon world we have seasons, um, similar to animals." She rambled nervously, struggling to get her white gloves on and not dirty them with the sweat lightly coating her palms. She was vaguely aware of how idiotic she sounded, comparing her species mating to animals, and reminded to slap herself later for it.

"What I'm trying to say is that I understand it is a normal thing that male humans partake in, especially while washing so they do not stain themselves or their clothing, and your seed washes away. But since us demons have prominent senses I am still able to trace the scent of semen on you, especially since the smell is very distinctive and tends to stick out amongst the other bland smells that come with the human world."

She swiftly turned around to see Bard sitting on the bed with an almost blank expression on his face. Almost, seeing as his mouth was slightly agape (almost unattractively, but it was hard for the man to be unattractive in any situation) and a dark blush plaguing his cheeks. When their eyes connected, red clashing against blue, he appeared startled and turned away, fumbling with the many folds and pockets on his chef uniform.

"Oh, er, um," he cleared his throat awkwardly, obviously at a loss of words. "Well, I…uh, ya see—"

The man was thankfully cut off by the loud bang of the door to the room being launched open. Percy stood there, leaning against the doorway huffing and puffing with his head down in between his legs. His brown hair was a mess as per usual and when he finally managed to stand up properly a large and noticeable bruise was festering on his right cheek. It was a dark and painful purple, outlined with splotches of black and it made his right cheek puff out slightly. He gave a pained smile and nodded over his shoulder, still panting.

"Ah…F-F….there ya are…." He coughed and shook himself out. "De master has got 'imself in quite a bind 'bout where ya ran off ta'. I troid to tell 'im dat ya were showin de chef 'round to dey kitchen to converse wit' Roy but 'e said 'e needs ya back double time. Master Alois appears to 'ave gotten ina' little pickle wit Master Ciel and 'e needs yer help splittin dem apart." Percy spluttered out in a frantic fit. "You really should 'urry!"

"Master Ciel!" Bard snapped, jumping up and hurrying over to the door.

"I'll take ya to 'im right now, sir." Percy said, nodding furiously. "You just follow me, ya hear?" His brown eyes looked over at the single female desperately. "You should 'urry close behind." And with that Percy and Bard ran out, leaving Felicity standing silently in the once filled and lively room.