“I still don’t trust demons.” He shook his head. “One day, they will turn on you. It’s only a matter of time.”
Rhyderi crouched down to pat Orpheus on the head. “The blood of a mighty knight runs through his veins. His elven grandfather was a prominent figure, as is his…” He stopped to think about Desiree’s species, shrugging. “…other grandather.”
“Not to mention,” He smirked egotistically, “He has a rather sturdy knight for an uncle. I think giving him a sword would do him good.”