"How are you feeling?" Knuckles asked Rose.

"I feel better." She replied, "Can I-"

The door slammed open and Daemon stormed into the room. He turned his eyes to Rose and Knuckles who stood next to her. "Knuckles, do you mind if I have a word alone with Rose." Knuckles gave the mist vongola a strange look but didn't question him. The priest silently left the room, closing the abused door gently behind him.

Once Daemon was sure Knuckles was out of hearing range he turned his eyes back to Rose who was staring up at him with her green eyes. "I need to know your little secret."

"Secret?"

"Where did you put your chocolate Rose." The girl looked at him, failing horribly look truthful.

"I don't have any."

"Now's not the time." He snapped at her, "I will give you three times as much chocolate if you tell me where yours are."

Rose could tell something was wrong, Daemon wasn't ever like this, he was being mean, and he was never mean. "Are you hungry?"

Daemon clenched his jaw, he didn't have time to waste around here, but it seemed faster to just go along with her story, "Yes."

"Okay, but you have to promise not to tell anyone!"

"I promise."

"They're in there." She pointed to the dresser where she hid her chocolate.

Daemon walked over to the dresser, inside was probably all the chocolate she had gotten in the past two months. He grabbed one of her scarves and wrapped the sweets in them. He then walked over to Rose once again, placing a hand on her head, "Until I come back with the chocolate I owe you, do not eat anymore. If you can promise me that, i will bring back the greatest chocolate in the world."

"I promise!"

What do you think happened between Giotto and Daemon? Who knows.