Cautiously the demon crept into the kitchen, relaxing slightly seeing that the angel's preferred sanctuary had been vacated. With a glance over his shoulder for good measure, Raum sidled up to where the pastry had been unwisely left unattended. Slender fingers danced over the selection, before finding one that seemed to have more frosting than the rest. First one, then a second and finally a third were selected and promptly devoured in such a manner. A fourth was plucked up as a traveler, his finger easily swiping through the frosting as he meandered from the kitchen in search of his freeloader.
He'd yet to figure out just why she was there. Flitting here, floating there. No matter what he did or what he said, it just blew right over her shoulder and left him in more of a funk then where he began. It didn't stop him from trying, however.
Today though, there wasn't anything to say, only curiosity leading him through the large maze of his home to see where it was that his undesired guest had wandered to. By the time he came across the room in question, the bit of pastry was naked of frosting, and instinctively he stuffed the remaining evidence in his mouth before she might see it (however obvious it might have been).
"Don't you ever ask before going and making yourself at home?"