"Good Maurice." he said, applauding Maurice's resourcefulness even as he gave Liam a rather wry smile, "No, I won't deny that, I used to sit alone at the lunch table and read-- though you could say it was because I had five brothers at home so I was not too keen on being social-- and I've read through a few libraries in my childhood." or it felt like it.

His hand was caught and he looked down at it, at their fingers entwined. "I came because I was worried about you, the message ended abruptly and I was afraid that.. he hurt you."

It had sounded like a threat and a promise, those words.

Also a warning. "That is the demon, correct? The one that you sold your soul to?"