— Hm… — Rihan said meditatively, — You somehow look like an incubus.
— Because I am an incubus!
— Really? Well, it doesn`t matter. Just don`t touch me. I need a housekeeper. I don`t care what you do in your free time. Just don`t kill anyone.
Living with the magician wasn`t that bad. The incubus only had to keep the house tidy and cook. Meletiy reflected on how crazy should somebody be to summon a whole demon when you can get a domovoy*. A domovoy is much better in housekeeping and needs less efforts — give him a plate of sour cream and that`s OK. If nothing else, Rihan could hire someone. Once the incubus couldn`t take and asked. It came out that domovoys don`t really like warlocks. And Rihan didn`t like people. Contrary to this statement the magician wasn`t vicious, more likely he was cool and wintry. With his clients he was laconic and polite. So acted he with Meletiy. Having lived with the demon he become more talkative though. It looked like after all he had a lack of communication. Rihan wasn`t interested in the incubus as in an incubus.
All in all, Meletiy`s life became better: no more plots and machinations. He became a master of his own. Rihan didn`t mind him going out just asked him to change his appearance. Rihan didn`t even order, only asked. The magician carefully listened what the incubus exactly needed and never returned to the question. Meletiy even felt offended somehow because he understood that the human didn`t have any special feelings at all.
— Listen, what if I was a woman? — Meletiy dared to ask a tricky question hiding red glint in his eyes.
Rihan shook his shoulders showing that he didn`t care.
— Have you ever liked anybody?
— Listen, — magician finally put his book down, — just walk, go to a tavern and be liked by whoever you want. What do you want from me?
* Domovoy is a slavic spirit of a home.
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