Knock, having been raised in the human world, had only a faint notion of what a real imp name might sound like. And that came only after his initiation into Sergio’s merry band of miscreants. There he was introduced to others of his ilk and also afforded numerous opportunities to deal with imps, demons, and any number of other dark creatures.
He could see the confusion written on Kissy’s face, but as always she breezed right over it, never even giving it purchase, or else, and even better, accepting it and making it a part of that wonderfulness that was Kissy. No matter the hullabaloo, Kissy would create some razzle-dazzle fabulousness that only she could manage. And top it off with a smashing scent to boot.
“Of course you’re right. How silly of me to…” his eyes had gone wide as she went on with the description, and his smile, though sudden, was even wider. Brief as it was, as Knock wasn’t one generally given to such broad joyful smiles. It’s not like it was a commonality in his line of work. Malicious smirks, devilish grins… but never joyful smiles. And yes, there was a difference. But though not given to such, Knock was not a complete stranger to them. In fact, he was quite obsessed with them.
“It smells divine.” He finally said. And that was the simple truth. Though he left off the part he was thinking as a follow up, about how he could just lick her from top to bottom… sugar, strawberries, cream, and little brown toes. “Delicious.” He finished.
The bag was easily managed. After all, a man in Knock’s position was quite adept at making the impossible possible for men like Sergio who demanded and men like Grey who made you just kind of want to. Knock was excellent at making himself indispensable. Certainly Kissy would agree, at least right now, with the ease in which he managed to balance all of her days necessities. “Totally.” He nodded with a smile. And the reply carried not an ounce of sarcasm in it’s tone. “I’d be happy to.”
And that was the complete truth.
“I’m a bit famished myself,” after all those delectable smells… though he knew better than to ask for Pie ala Kissy straight away. “Maybe I can see you to the kitchen after we deposit these in your room?” And though he knew, with his eyes closed even, the way to her room, he didn’t move a muscle. Not even a twitich, in that direction until she led the way.