"Now that she's gone…well, see ya at dinner, toots".
"Wait!" Renamon called out for him just as he was about to leave.
"Yeah?".
"You're not going to be keeping me caged?".
"No. Do you wanna be caged?".
"Personally, no-".
"Then don't ask stupid questions. Look missy, I got three rules for this place. First off, when I'm in a bad mood, steer clear of me, both as a rule and for your protection. Second, you can go anywhere you want…except the west wing and you're not to leave the grounds either. Azulongmon only knows what the heck's crawling around in those woods outside".
"What's in the west wing?".
"My quarters, my business, nothin' that concerns you. This brings me to my last rule. I have a thing for privacy. You don't want me knowin' somethin' then I won't ask questions or press issues. So those are my rules. Abide by them, and you're fine in my book".
"This…I wasn't expecting-".
"You were expecting torment, weren't you?".
Renamon nodded.
"Hm, thought so. Well, surprise. But, don't tempt me. I can come up with a thousand ways to make your life a livin' heck, so…yeah. But for now, you're fine".
"Where exactly do I sleep?".
Beelzemon simply shrugged. "Pick a room and take it. It's not my business where your domain lies. Just know my boundaries, and we'll get along great".
With that, he walked off, leaving Renamon a little confused still.
A/N: How was that?! You can already tell he digs her! He just won't say anything. Next chapter: Renamon meets the household "objects" who happen to be humans from other seasons. My treat for those who liked the first and second seasons (I prefer the second of the two, but that's my opinion). See ya then!