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And there it was, the shower of milk and saliva. Both entertaining and gross at the same time. The nightmare demon made sure to keep himself out of the blast radius chuckling again when it seemed Hel only managed to get milk all down her front. It wasn't hard to tell she was heated now the way she slammed her milk carton down. It was on....on in the form of hurtful words.

Hel's remark was a blow below the belt about what was below the belt. Super ouch. Titus could feel his masculinity shrivel slightly. Not unlike....okay never mind. It was a good comparison you'll just have to believe me.

"At least my hotdog isn't worn out because I propped the gates open and forgot to close them." Oh this conversation was going in a bad direction, too bad Titus was too into it to see that clearly.

Propping an elbow on the table Titus watched Hel with a sense of detached interest as she finished her milk and crumpled the carton. "You would have to dislodge your foot from your mouth first. I think you might have a bit of trouble with that."

He smiled his toothy grin, just waiting to hear what she would throw back next. Perhaps somewhere in that sick twisted little mind of his he found this fun. It was hard to determine how Titus rolled at times.

"Head up my a**? Look who's brown...." Titus paused then thinking hard, concentration clear on his face. "Oh...that's what's different." He gestured toward her in a less than caring way. "You're evenly coated now."

"Huh...." He had nothing for that at the moment, mostly he was just confused on the change and wondering what all it entailed. Oh wait, Jack, bad direction. Nosebleed imminent. Abort!

"Cool it Smalls," Titus huffed. "So what's with your sudden change? Finally decide one color was best instead of the twisty cone effect?" Ah, that seemed to bring the thundering of his heart rate back down. "Too bad you couldn't have worked on your height issue as well though I guess a pound of makeup couldn't have helped that problem."

"Ooo touchy," Titus mused placing his pudding cup back up on the table now that the coast was clear. Not that there was much left in it.

The demon seemed to ignore her little snap back comment and went right into the heart of her personal issue. It was better than focusing on him after all. "So you woke up and bam you were one color like the rest of us?" Propping his elbows on the table he leaned toward the Valkyrie"I wouldn't count makeup out just yet it might help with...this." This being her face as he lazily gestured to it. "And if you were any shorter I would have thought you had ran away from your pre-school teacher to hang with the big kids." Never mind that Titus had been abnormally tall always.

Titus was about to say something else but Hel had suddenly grabbed his pudding cup and dipped her thumbs in it. Not that he had planned on eating it but he was certain that violated some sort of unspoken food consumption code. And then she was reaching for his face.

"W-w-what are you, no no no awww jack that's gross." He hadn't been quick enough to pull away from her vice like hold on his face. "Think you could tone down the man hands a bit." He sneered before finally pulling back after the last little jab of smearing pudding on his nose. Making a face he started to search for a napkin hearing snickering from a table over. It was the first year he had nailed earlier now laughing at his pudding situation.

Eye twitching the demon pointed at the first year with a glove covered hand. "You and me have a date later I hope you're ready." Titus growled. That seemed to make the smaller first year grow silent though it looked like they were still trying to cover up their giggles.

"That's alright you keep snickering scrap heap, We'll see who's laughing when-" The kiss had been rather unexpected and as Hel hoped a complete violation of his space. Titus froze like a cold winter had suddenly blown in but his face was heating up like he had been under the pumpkin sun far too long. One could almost watch the red spread up his face and passed his hairline.

He stayed in that frozen position as if afraid to move, his mouth twisted down in a deep frown. Sweat had even began to bead up along his face as he mentally tried to process what just happened. WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED?

Hel had leaned closer and Titus was greeted with a full frontal visual assault. If his face could have screwed up anymore it would have. As it stood his brain process was shutting down and the panic button had been pressed. Somehow he kept it contained though barely.

Scoffing, with a hint of a whimper, Titus brought up his hand and planted it in Hel's face before straightening out his arm like a rod to push her back on her side of the table. BACK! BACK FOUL BREAST BEAST!

"I'll-" His voice squeaked a little and he cleared his throat, looking away before he tried again. "I'll show you cute." This was quickly going downhill.