"Yes.. however I'd get you one... it is my job." He answered walking around the bar. "So exactly what is it you'd like?" He asked pulling out his towel. "I can make pretty much anything..."

Niflh smirked, moving back towards the bar. He hadn't really expected Seneth to offer to make him a drink, even if it was the bartender's job. "Anything?" He repeated, as if exploring the possibilities in his mind. The devil considered what was of most interest to him, and an old friend came to mind. "Monkey's lunch..." He ordered. It was not a usual request for the demon, nor anything he'd tried recently; yet, it was a tasty sort of mix.

Niflh tapped the bar top lightly. "Seneth, Seneth, Seneth... Have you ever cared about that which is not your job?"

Seneth's eyes had widened at the request. It was unusual... he hadn't heard it since his training a few thousand years ago. As he began the mixture remembering the ingredients carefully his mind shot back to the tapping on his bar. "Huh? Appreciate...?"

"You are not listening," Niflh sighed, yet smiled still as he did. He leaned over the bar top, pulled Seneth towards him and kissed his cheek. The demon walked out after that, without his drink, waving as if to signify a vague good bye. Niflh strolled on, through various corridor and door way, till he managed to once again find his room - which had previously been collapsing on them.

He looked inside to survey the damage, seeing that the walls had replaced themselves to their former glory yet his possessions had not; they were even more disorganized than before, and cluttered towards the center of the room. By the time Niflh was done sorting through them and placing them where he wished, morning had come, and he'd find himself stationed at the front counter of Metamorphose, waiting for those who desired a room, ones which he held the keys for. The demon almost wished to resign his position at times, if it had been possible. Of course, he always kept the near immortal lifespan of being staff in thought, and this generally changed his mind.

Seneth had racked his brain for hours, not quite understanding what it was Niflh wanted with him. Why him? Sure he had been powerful before he had stumbled across the inn, that was years ago however and that wouldn't matter now. There was no one worth attacking, except Niflh himself. Could Niflh actually be attracted to Seneth? Even just the thought of such a thing hurt Seneth's head. Finally realizing what was bothering he sat down, after locking the door to his bar for the first time since arriving to Metamorphose. The bolt was rusted, but with a little effort, and alot of noise, Seneth slid it into place and placed the dusty closed sign on the window.

Sitting back into a chair he pulled out a small notebook and began writting. Sure writting was a strane hobby for a demon, however, writting had been known to be the only thing to calm Seneth. Hours passed without Seneth realizing and soon there was a crowd banging on the doors, wanting in and a few hundred drinks. Seneth was unable to hear them, lost in his own world, lost to everyone, everything, except his writting. Even Ubel was left alone... which scared the little creature.

Ubel passed the floor unsure what exactly was wrong with his master, and how he, a very small rat demon, could fix it.

Niflh rose an eyebrow at the commotion as a line of guests had filled the halls, all the way from the entrance of the bar to nearing the front desk where he stood. It was clear Niflh wasn't the only curious one over this crowd, as the other staff gave confused and unknowing looks to each other - as well as at the variety of alcohol craving guests. One of the girls at the front desk left to try and sort out the near riotous group, and another tried to figure out what the source of the problem was. Niflh grinned inwardly at himself, thinking Metamorphose had played some sort of trick on them all, causing the line up. The devil went off himself in attempts to find out just what it was the inn had done, abandoning his post at the front counter.

When Niflh had followed and pushed pass the immense crowd, he was a bit surprised to see the dilemma was apparently not the inn's doing after all. He tossed a few rather large men out of his way so he might reach the door, just as bothered by the 'closed' sign as they were. Niflh grinned, thinking he had a solution to this, as he lifted up his key ring; spending a few moments picking out just which one would be suitable for the job. Finding his desired key, he pressed it inside the bar's lock, thinking he could open it. The demon disappointedly pushed on the door only to find it still wouldn't budge. He pushed again, thinking it was just stuck, but he eventually gave up in realizing if he tried any harder it'd just break. The key was useless. Niflh fell back into the crowd, devising some other plan to visit the dear bartender, and find out what the point behind all of this ruckus was.

By the time Niflh had found his assumed second entrance in, most of the line up had dispersed, giving up on getting a drink for today. There were still some persistent, enraged customers who wouldn't give in camping outside of the door, but those weren't of the demon's concern. A good while later, Niflh climbed through a very small trap door in the bar's floor, one which was such a tight fit he'd barely made it through. He was covered in and coughing up dust as he did - the narrow crawl through the passage to it having been perhaps one of the least comfortable moments in his time at Metamorphose. The demon got to his feet and brushed himself off, looking towards the locked door and seeing now that there was a large deadbolt in place: the reason his keys hadn't worked earlier. Niflh scoffed when he saw that Seneth was doing no more than sticking his nose in a notebook.

Niflh walked over to him, seeing Seneth's pet rat look around rather helplessly. Niflh hadn't a clue what Seneth was doing, or why writing in that book was so important to him. "Seneth?" Niflh said, quietly, getting no response. "Bartender..." He said, repeating his greeting, snapping his fingers in front of the demon's face, trying to get some reaction. Niflh looked to Ubel when there was no instant reply, a clueless frown forming on his face as he became just as helpless as the rat.

Seneth was oblivious to the world. Ubel on the other hand had climbed onto Niflh's shoulder, looking around. Ubel began nibbling on Niflh's ear, trying to become less nervious. He ran from shoulder to shoulder, and after his thirtyish or so run, he stopped and watched Seneth as Seneth stirred. Seneth moved and snapped out of it. He checked his watch and almost screamed. Jumping out of his chair he unlocked the door and set up the last few tables, still ignoring Ubel and Niflh.

Niflh did not mind the rat's pacing on his shoulders, as he was rather captivated with watching and waiting to see if Seneth would ever move himself. He'd almost brushed Ubel off, though, when he nibbled at his ear, yet ended up refraining. Niflh jumped back, rather startled, when Seneth came to, having to grab Ubel so that the rat like creature didn't fall off of him. He watched Seneth frantically run around to get his bar in order, and would have laughed were it not for his own confusion. Eventually, as he started to settle down, Niflh followed after him with Ubel in his arms, as if to return the pet.

When Seneth opened the door a group of guests burst through, already shouting out what they wanted, along with an array of complaints. Another bunch followed after them, and more shortly after that once they'd found out the bar was finally opening its doors. Niflh made sure to get a bar stool at the counter before they were all taken, setting Ubel down ontop of it. He smiled softly at Seneth's previous panic, having felt the demon to have been so calm beforehand.

"That one wants scotch..." Niflh said, pointlessly repeating orders that guests were desperately repeating themselves. "And him the same, on rocks" He pointed his finger lazily at the guests in turn as he mentioned what they wanted, his wrist seeming limp as he did so. Waiting for Seneth to catch up, so he might actually inquire about something that interested him, over what beverage these buffoons desired.

Seneth growled towards Niflh. "I can take orders myself.. your help is unneeded" He spun though the bar, passing drinks to the mulitple customers. He moved quickly, mixing drinks as he took the orders. Ubel sat on the chair, watching Seneth move around, almost clapping his paws. It was very entertaining to the young rat. Within minutes Seneth was back, he had given out the drinks, and was now standing calmly behind his bar waiting for something to happen.

Niflh laughed at the bartender, although he knew fully well Seneth was capable. "Just like you can open your bar on time," He mentioned, muttering it with a mocking grin. Like Ubel, Niflh watched Seneth move around and mix drinks, although he was no where close to as amused as the rat. Niflh picked up a nut from an assorted mix which sat on the counter, handing it to Seneth's pet in case it wanted one. The devil's stare never left Seneth, rarely blinking as he watched him, even after he'd finished with the drinks.

"You should have left it closed," Niflh said, yawning. He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to say something else, when a large man came up from behind him, and literally lifted him out of his seat. The guy set Niflh down beside the chair and sat in it, ignoring the demon like he hadn't been sitting there in the first place. Instead of doing something about it or seeming annoyed, Niflh just continued to laze in front of the counter, leaning on it, admiring Seneth. The man who'd taken the demon's seat ordered a mug of cheap beer, shortly after.

Ubel had taken the nut, inspecting it carefully before sticking it in his mouth and swollowing it without a bite. He watched the tension between the demons rise as Niflh commented on Seneth's ability and Seneth poured the rude man his drink and leaving the pitcher.

"And why is it I should have left my bar closed?" Seneth asked impatiently, trying to shoo Niflh off the counter.

Niflh moved from the counter as Seneth shooed him, but ended up just leaning up against his edge once again - this time his back against it. "Because of people like this," Niflh replied, looking towards the man and then over his shoulder at the bartender. The devil's hand crawled over to the guy's mug and he tipped it over the edge, spilling its contents and ruining the man's beverage. Niflh didn't mean to cause a mess for Seneth, but it was his subtle way of getting back at the brute.

The man's facial expression, by no means, seemed displeased or upset at Niflh's actions. His body language, however, told otherwise. The guy got up and threw a punch in Niflh's direction, the demon narrowly dodging it just in time to avoid being injured. Because the man had missed Niflh, he hit the counter, and part of it broke off on impact. The inn quickly repaired itself of its own accord, and the counter was near instantly fixed - although it'd drawn the attention of a few of the other guests.

The devil was about to try his tongue at spouting out something witty, but the man had already pulled back his arm and gone to hit him again. This time Niflh took the blow -- or rather -- got in the way of it, as the guy would have broken all the guests glasses on the counter if he hadn't. Niflh was, in no way, a demon who really often cared for other peoples thoughts or feelings, nor their possessions. Yet, even something so small and seemingly insignificant as a few of Seneth's bar glasses, became something he did not want to see broken. Especially considering this small outburst was more or less his fault, the devil decided to take responsibility for it and stop it.

The man calmed down and looked a bit surprised when his fist did not budge any further. It was pushing into Niflh's gut, and his knuckles dug against what many people would have mistaken as a rather fragile looking ribcage. Certainly, the demon had, had the air knocked out of him, but the impact hadn't moved him, nor really injured him quite like it should have. Even for such a strong man, the guy was just that: a man; a human. Despite his strength and muscle, it proved little match for a demon. It wasn't long before a woman with even more unbelievable strength than the two came rushing in, dragging the guy off, only leaving Niflh because he was also staff. She left without a word, and was more than apparently one of the not often seen forms of security in Metamorphose - asides from the inn's own tricks and defenses.

Niflh sat back down in his now unoccupied seat, not feeling quite as satisfied as he should have. He picked up the mug he'd originally spilled, pushing it over the counter so Seneth could have it back. "Such a mess..." He commented, even though he'd been the one to make it.

"So it is..." Seneth stated cleaning the glass before nodding to Ubel. Ubel was already quite busy however, sucking up the beer Niflh had spilled. He was careful, making sure he got every drop and that when he left the area it would be as clean as it was years ago... since that was the last time the floor got a true cleaning. When he was finished the floor sparkled and Ubel climbed on the counter, panting slightly before rolling over and falling asleep. Seneth picked up Ubel and placed the rat back in his box. "Lazy rat..." He muttered, in clear respect.

"You caused such a mess... so why exactly did you take that punch?" He questioned handing a new customer a glass of something.

"I felt like getting hit," Niflh responded, rather sarcastically. "..We couldn't have your bar glasses breaking, now could we?" He said, settling on half-way admittance to the real answer. He smirked slightly when Seneth put the sleeping Ubel away, the creature was sort of cute, in its own little way; at least in Niflh's opinion. It was in the same way that unconventional beauty came about.

"My glasses repair themselves.. or replace them... see?" he tossed a glass mug on the counter, breaking it into at least seventy pieces. He chuckled, closed his eyes and counted to seven. Opening his eyes he noticed the mug reforming... "See... my mugs are no concern..."

"Then it was just for fun," Niflh said, going back to his first sarcastic answer. He put his arms up on the counter and rested his head into them, face down against the counter. The devil seemed tired, despite that one could argue a demon may not need sleep. "Do you rest, bartender?" He asked, yawning. His voice sounded soft and almost lispy, drowning out near the end of his question in some variant of exhaustion.

"At times.. but usually...." He paused, a stool appearing behind him so he could sit. "No.." He finished, leaning his head so it was level with Niflh's. "Why is it you ask?"