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He chomped down upon the food that stood on his fork, the meat broke off down his chin as his canines ripped carelessly into it. “Oh~” A breathy voice-female-sounded behind him. He could tell either she was intoxicated or trying to flirt with him, or it could just be a combination of the two. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you table manners?” She asked as her hand ran up his back. The demon’s eyes shifted, spotting soft lips just by his shoulder. “Didn’t anyone teach you personal space?”