Owner	Pose
Daimon Hellstrom	"Issac has breakfast..." says Hellstrom as if his mouth is full with a visual smirk in his eyes of self amusement as he exits the bathroom brushing his teeth. He wears his black silk pajama bottoms and nothing else. It's almost like his costume, shirtless with black slacks. Just no boots presently. The birthmark pentagram does not glow.
Jennifer Kale	For Jennifer's part, she is wearing the black silk pajama shirt to match Daimon's pants. After Hellstrom was sucked into the portal, Jen set up a summoning at Hellstrom Manor to bring him back. One of the advantages of his being an extradimensional being, albeit an infernal one. She's showered already. Twice. And her blonde hair is still damp. "Breakfast would be wonderful. And we really need to talk about a better summoning ritual for you next time. Thought I'd never get those sigils off of my skin."
Daimon Hellstrom	He chuckles, nearly spits out his toothpaste and then turns to head back into the bathroom. He rinces and then calls from the other room while drying off his hands and face, "Or, you could have waited a few more days and I would have just come back on my own. I had some things to do down there. It would have been a hike through the soulless moors. So your summoning was great timing." He emerges from the bathroom, wearing slacks, leather shoes and a light blue, untucked dress shirt that he's slowly buttoning up the front. He adds, "So yeah, thanks."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer doesn't seem to mind how much leg is showing or how low the borrowed pajama shirt is unbuttoned. Not after last night, anyway. She smirks at his reply, then chuckles softly. "I'll keep that in mind the -next- time you get abducted by an ancient divine being." Long fingers tousle out the damp hair, fluffing and arranging it while he steps out. Apparently she's not planning on changing for breakfast. Jennifer may be a southern gal, but she's got a lot more redneck in her than 'southern belle'. "In any case, I consider any debt to be duly and completely settled."
Daimon Hellstrom	"Wasn't as much of an abduction as how Anubis broke me in half and I woke up down in my father's realm. Oh and yes, it sucked for a split second. Had he realized that I was the son of Satan, he could have better used that knowledge and well, used me. I don't think he realized it till afterwards because there was a roar of anger that was heard through many dimensions." Hellstrom smiles and says, "But nevermind that. Shall we...?" He offers his hand and the bedroom door will open allowing them passage into the upper hallway where the wonderful scents of breakfast foods linger from the kitchen.
Jennifer Kale	Lady or not, Jennifer takes the offered hand in quite the proper manor and is led down the hallway towards breakfast. Barefoot. In the borrowed shirt. "I gave him credit for being smarter than that." she admits. "He could've really messed you up, otherwise. You're lucky his temper got the better of him." "So it's just you and your stone-faced butler here, now? I would've expected either more staff or more than the occasional houseguest."
Daimon Hellstrom	Regarding the first statement with an agreeable nod, Hellstrom lets the segue take place about the house and he answers while descending the stairs. "I employ a few succubi from time to time for entertainment, house keeping, and so on. House guests come and go. Issac keeps my affairs in order and takes care of food now and again."
Jennifer Kale	Considering events of the past evening, breakfast is a relatively casual and cordial affair. Any mistrust or misgivings Jen may have had about dealing with the infernal being have, at least for the moment, been quelled. That, and Isaac happens to be a wonderful cook. And perhaps even to HER surprise, Jennifer hangs around for the rest of the day and the better part of the next. Just to compare mystical notes on Anubis, appearing towers, and the like.