Communion of the Cursed [Private/Lillian] [Vanyel/Calypso]

Her first proper meal? Did she even actually eat? If she never ate before, how the fuck did she eat now? Whatever the answer was, Vanyel just shrugged, leaning back and stretching as she mentioned her ability to traverse through dimensions. Well, she was in for a news flash, since she seemed to forget a pretty big, pretty important detail to that solution.

"Wow, that sure is the most convenient solution to my problem. Why didn't I think o' that sooner? Oh, right, I'm a fuckin' human without any Aperture Science bullshit to hop across the fuckin' dimensional rift. I don't really have a demon on call to go 'Yo, I wanna go to a place, can you hop over and gimme a portal'. Not to mention, oh, I dunno, clothes and other essentials. I gotta plan my shit! I don't have the luxury of shittin' out a portal to fix my problems."

Checking his phone, he didn't make a comment about Norway. It damn well better be still standing. Least it wasn't in as much of a wreck as Brazil. Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Vanyel turned his gaze back to Calypso, his expression turning to a look of confusion.

"Yeah, I'm in Shadow Fall...what of it? I guess why would be...it was really the only place I felt I'd fit in with. Felt I could get more powerful if I did, and I guess I did, to an extent. Ended up gettin' the chance to beat some techno-cunt's ass in Greece a few years ago. Annoyin' lil' shit."

Almost immediately after he finished, as Caly brought up the topic of people insulting him in Shadow Fall, he threw his head back, cackling as a hand went to his face. Well, he wasn't surprised, it was just fuckin' hilarious for someone to have brought it up. He knew that people complained about him, but he largely just ignored them. He had gotten called a whole slew of different insults and names over the years.

"No shit, a human in a largely demon-based organization's got their panties in a bunch. Anyways, what did they call me? A chink? Wouldn't have been the first time. They're running out of shit to call me at this point, they've already called me almost every name in the book and it's gettin' predictable!"

As Calypso pulled the front of her dress down to reveal the Seal in the middle of her chest, Vanyel fell silent, and his smile faded. The brief message in his head only caused his gaze to fall to the table, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down for a moment before he finally responded, replying in the same form that she had.

'I don't wanna waste your time when I can just do it myself.'

Albeit minimal, there was a degree of softness to his words as the man shuffled quietly in his seat, mumbling, and grumbling to himself. He didn't want to end up wasting her time, but there was also something else that just made him want to push himself away from her, while at the same time...he wanted to stay. He pulled out his phone and checking it again, looking up at her. She sounded...unconvinced about his reasonings of joining Shadow Fall. His eyes narrowed as he slid his phone back into his pocket, sitting upright and crossing his arms over his chest once more.

"Yeah. That's it. Got a problem?"

As the waiter returned with their drinks and their food, Vanyel wasted no time picking up a fork and harshly stabbing his cheesecake with it, taking a chunk off and biting into it, turning his gaze to meet hers as her eyes seemed to bore holes into his head, and her saying his name so seriously along with it wasn't helping. Giving a small grunt in response, he closed his eyes for a moment as he took the time to enjoy the bite of his cheesecake. Raspberry, not bad -- good choice. Not that it would have mattered.

As he took a drink of water, what Calypso said next almost made him spit it right back out. The fuck? It took him a moment to process what she said before he took another drink, shaking his head as he looked at her, confused. Well, she had found a way to shut him up: confuse him.

"How the hell should I know? Either way, they ain't dicks, Cal. They're udders. For all I know -- or care, for that matter -- they fuckin' get off on it!"

He rolled his eyes as he leaned back in his chair again, taking another bite of his cheesecake, still rather annoyed at her reaction to his reasons for being in Shadow Fall. But, he sighed softly. Something kept him from being too pissed. It wasn't like she was meaning to piss him off or anything. Hell, she probably didn't even mean anything bad by it. Maybe he was just overreacting, not like it wouldn't have been the first time.

"Where the fuck did that come from, anyway?"

Shaking his head, sighing and taking another bite of cheesecake, he took another drink, silently processing Calypso's words. Wouldn't waste her time? Yeah, him just calling her at random for help in transportation. It'd be a pain in the ass, especially if it were to just hop between dimensions since she'd probably have to stick to his ass like glue until he needed to go back. It was a waste of time, to him at least. Part of him just didn't want to push that onto someone else.

So, her response would be met with silence and staring at the tabletop, before his attention was taken back to the more awkward conversation that he really wished he was drunk for. So, groaning as he put his head in his hands, he just kept shaking his head. God, he was regretting this.

"Because I was startled, Cal. I wasn't really expectin' cows to now be the main topic because if I did, I would have gotten drunk before this."

Well, there wasn't really any backing out at this point. He fueled the fire by responding, so, fuck it! Groaning again, Vanyel rested his arm on the table, setting his head in his hand as he took one of the last few bites of cheesecake he had left before he finally responded.

"I really dunno, kid. They ain't sentient, so, good luck gettin' a reaction outta fuckin' milk. I don't think cows feel pain from it since it's the only way you can get milk from them. Emotions...don't travel into stuff. Don't think so, at least. I don't fuckin' know."

Finishing off his cheesecake and taking one last drink of water, he sighed and leaned back in his chair again, checking his phone a final time as well. Nothing. Still, nothing. Wasn't surprising, given how many years it'd been. Tucking his phone back in his pocket, he turned his attention back to Calypso. He really didn't want to continue the conversation of cows feeling pain and transferring that into their milk.

"Okaaaay, change of topic. Literally anything else. Somethin' else other than this weird as fuck topic."

Calypso being so naive was both a blessing and a curse. So, he let out a loud groan as his head dropped to the table, loudly banging against it while he mumbled profanities under his breath. Quite frankly, he didn't care if it wasn't a pub. Where there's a will, there's a way. And hey, she'd probably find the conversation entertaining if he was drunk, so there was a plus. Someone would at least get some enjoyment if it happened.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..."

With a sigh as he lifted his head, Vanyel rested his head on his palm as he listened to her rebuke, saying that fear and shock affected the taste of the meat -- something he wasn't entirely buying since that just didn't seem likely or possible. Emotions didn't pass on like that, it didn't make sense. Maybe it was just something that she could see or feel with emotional powers or something. Demons were very heavily based on their emotions. Maybe it had something to do with that.

But, the sudden shift for him to pick the topic caught him off guard, causing him to look down at the table to think. What did he wanna talk about? Huh. Well, there was plenty of things he could just throw out for the sake of starting a new conversation. So, with a shrug, he gave the first thing that came to mind.

"Uh, do you got a favorite...flower or something? I dunno, you seem like the kinda girl who'd like that stuff. Like the color of it, the meanin' of it, or whatever? Never really understood any o' that stuff. They're just flowers to me. Nothin' special, really."