June really was exhausting. Her entire identity was wrapped around one single idea: serve demons. Trying to get her thinking for herself would be difficult, maybe even impossible, but everyone knew that Nox had trouble saying no to those troubled cases. The more difficult, the more he worked to help. It was a sickness. Definitely.
"I would enjoy your company, but only if it's given freely. It's for you to decide." He knew that was hard for her. "Try to pretend I'm not a demon. If everything else about me was the same, would you want to spend time with me?"