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Monty nodded and snapped his fingers for a waiter to come over. He ordered a coffee for himself and looked at Kalore. "Is there a specific type of coffee you like?" He asked, as he took the writing pad and pen from the waiter and handed it to the elf. The waiter sputtered a bit but bit down on his tongue because Monty looked scary as hell and when the demon looked at him from the corner of his eye, it made him scared spitless.

Taking that piece of paper, he gave it to the waiter who nodded to Kalore but backed away slowly from Monty and hurried inside to get those orders out for them. Taking a seat across from Kalore, the demon looked at the street as people passed by and the cars passed by. It was a good distraction from asking Kalore personal questions that didn't need to be discussed.

Monty looked at Kalore and observed him. "Would you like to go somewhere else to rest before seeing everyone?" He asked. That might be a good idea since Gambler was propably going to jump Kalore and squeeze him to death with one of her hugs. "If you want, I can take you to my warehouse to shower and rest for a bit." He offered and the waiter placed Kalore's coffee in front of him and cautiously in front of Monty as if he was a wild animal that he didn't want to provoke. Monty shot him a look and heard the waiter yelp and rush away inside. A small smirk played on his lips. He liked doing that.

Monty stood up and paid for the coffees. He took them both and motioned for Kalore to come with him. "I'll let you use some of my clothes until you get one's in your size. If you don't mind." He said, being as helpful as he could even though Kalore had every right to hate his guts and say no to him. Even though he didn't like the fact that Kalore was with the likes of Eri, the elf could have just walked away on his own. Maybe he wasn't the right person to be taking care of Kalore?

Monty chugged his coffee and threw it out in the trash, still holding Kalore's and leading him to his warehouse. There was one near by so he took him there. It was like the other warehouses where it was half filled with equipment and used as a training facility but was also a place to sleep and live in if neceassary. Walking up to the door, he stood out there for a bit and unlocked it with his mind, since there were no key locks outside of it. Opening the door he motioned for Kalore to enter. "Walk in quietly." He warned, looking around for any sign of his dog.

Frowning sligtly, Monty closed the door and made sure it was locked and lead Kalore out of the main area to where the living compartments were. Walking into a nicely sized room that came complete with everything a person needed to be comfortable, he lead Kalore to the bathroom with it's rich colors of blues in there. "There are clean towels on the rack. If you need more there are in that small closet. I'll get you something to wear." He said, not looking at Kalore since the sight of the demon must be causing him great pain and disgust to no end.

Stepping away, he went to place the coffee on the night stand and went to take out some extra blankets and pillows from the closet there and placed them on the bed. "If your tired then you can sleep here until your ready to go back. I'll make you something to eat if you want."

Monty nodded and left the room to go and make something for Kalore. While he was cooking something warm and light, he walked into a room he considered his own and picked out a few shirts and pants for Kalore to wear that might fit him. Then he took out some socks and a few shoes that weren't his size to the room and placed them neatly on the bed. Walking closer to the door, he knocked. "I left the clothes on the bed. I'll keep the doors closed until your ready to come and eat." He announced and looked at the door.

The demon mentally slapped himself and walked away. The elf didn't want his help or his sympathy. Maybe he would want that from Gambler, Rave or even Joker but not him. Not after how he treated the elf before. Though, when he called Kalore his comrade and friend in front of Eri, that was the truth. But that was just him. If Kalore didn't feel that way, then fine. He had every right to feel and think that way. Monty walked back to the kitchen and ressumed cooking.