I apologize and pay her a compliment (Pink Trigger)

"I'm sorry. That George is one lucky guy. I, a demon, and envious of that human...!"

"Is that so...?"

She wasn't used to being complimented, I guess. I continued buttering her up after that, but it seemed to be making her more flustered and perhaps more anxious. Sheesh... A servant girl isn't guaranteed to be easy, huh?

I switched gears. She'd seemed happy when I talked about George. I expressed again how much I admired that man. He had so many fine qualities; it was easy to see why Shannon loved him.

"Yes... George is..."

I watched her hesitation curiously, sitting at the gazebo and resting my chin on my fist. I felt like this was taking a lot of time, but I'd listen anyway. As a demon of love, I felt a responsibility to hear the confessions of lovers.

The night went on, as Shannon told me about the dates... about how George had so many options as suitors, yet chose her, despite her status... about how George had that cute laugh, where he tried to hide his embarrassment when she called him out for trying too hard... how he'd grown from a timid young lad into a confident gentleman for her sake.

When George returned, Shannon and I were giggling together like old friends. Ah... He took off his wet jacket as he reached us, laying it on the gazebo. He tossed his matted black hair, slick with rain, from side to side, flicking water droplets. Ah! He adopted that kickboxing stance, raising both fists into the air as well as one knee; one lens of his glasses was shining while his steely eye showed through the other, glaring straight through me. Ah!

Hm. I'll spare you all the details of what happened next, but suffice to say, it belongs in someone else's yaoi spin-off story of my story. Suffice to say, I enjoyed a thorough beating at the feet of a practiced, elegant, handsome young man who I finally acknowledged as a gentleman worthy of Shannon.

Ah... I love Ushiromiya George.