"Oh, the lights?" He turns and looks at the nearest one, taking in the sight that he's now come to take for granted anew. Hmmm. "Oh, Abysa controls and conjures those. He's very talented." He smiles dreamily, proud to be considered an ally of this indeed talented demon. Or at least someone said demon watches after. Ally might be a generous term.

Henry has perked up when he smells the finished food. Butter! Cheese! He meows once and then leaps down from the top of the cage back onto the counter, intent on getting his nose all up in that grilled cheese. Micolash this time is quick to grab him by his middle and pull him away. "No, no! Henry, that is Ashlynn's meal. Not yours." The cat croaks in protest before he is gently deposited onto the floor. You gotta draw a line in the sand with cats.