"It's not important," he said suddenly, smiling brilliantly. "And I know what it's like to be stuck on a job. I'm not quite... bound to my employer by choice. I have, so to speak, an unbreakable contract. It's Hell," he sighed, giving Roman a steady look, then let it dissipate into a wry smile.

He noted Roman's quick appetite and visible effort to restrain his hunger, and chuckled suddenly. "If you're really that hungry, I can feed you."

Belial twitched his chopsticks, flicking a grain of rice towards Roman playfully. "Consider it my good deed for this millenia."