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While it was true that the puppy like hellhound wasn't what Gabrian had been expecting when he'd brought the idea up to Ren... the small creature was probing that it'd be adequate regardless. More or less anyhow; the nix was still trying to go over the basics with it, and it was having a hard time listening to him, mostly because it (or rather, she) seemed more interested in exploring the room and any little crevice or hole within it that she could find. Not only that, but she had a habit of showing love through light nibbling, and when she got excited, she tended to lose control of the flames that enveloped her body, which meant that a couple of his pillows had been singed, not to mention a corner of his carpet.

"Sit," the puppy blinked up at the demon and tilted her head, then turned around and attacked a pillow to her side, sinking her teeth into it in an attempt to show it whom was boss, "Fira, SIT," the puppy turned her head to look up, her teeth still sunk inside the pillow; clearly she had decided her master had no idea the threat the pillow offered them all (not to mention the sanctuary of their room!). It was looking them all funny and thus, should be punished. Clearly. Almost as if an attempt to show Gabrian what she meant, she shook her head with a loud 'Grrrrrr' and tried to 'kill' the poor pillow. Only when she was satisfied did the puppy trot over to the demon to deposit her dead prey and trophy on his lap.

Letting out a sigh, the demon reached out with a hand and dragged it over the puppy's head, "You've got the wrong idea but... we'll get there. Eventually," it was right about then that the door opened to reveal both LW and her Hazmut, and the nix greeted them from where he sat cross legged on the floor, "Company is always welcome," the puppy, whom had been watching the door, growled loudly, and had Gabrian not grabbed her and sat her on his lap, it's probable she would have charged straight for the newcomers, "Fira? This is LW. She's...." and here, the demon actually hesitated. What was she, exactly? "Welcome in the room. You don't hurt her, understood?" when the puppy lifted an ear up and tilted her head, the demon continue, "Friend," he told the hellhound, and the small puppy apparently understood that word, because she wiggled herself free out of Gabrian's arms and trotted over to LW, looking up at her with strange, fire filled eyes. A beat, and then her tail wagged, showing she approved.

Aithne, whom had remain on the bed during the whole training session, seemed to perk up considerably upon the Hazmut's entry, and after just a moment (during which she stretched herself out), the Galaxia jumped off the bed and padded straight towards Austin, rubbing her head on him. Gabrian watch them for a moment before turning his attention back at LW as she sat on his bed, "You interrupt nothing; just a training session," he paused, "A failed one, actually," he seemed to consider something or other, a strange, troubled look crossing his features before he pushed himself up. He scooped up the tiny hellhound on his way to the bed and then sat himself by the she-wolf, "I think we need to talk," this was murmured as he looked at her out the corner of an eye.

Something in the back of his mind was telling him that... she seemed off though, and after those initial words, he turned to face her and reached out with a hand, turning her face so he could observe her, "Have you been getting much sleep, LW? You look troubled."

"A summoning tome," the demon's voice was almost matter-of-fact, but he allowed himself a small smirk as he looked at her, "Ren has one too. We were trying summon up big, strong hellhound pets and er... something apparently went wrong because we got..." he let the sentence hang in the air, unfinished as he looked down at the small pup in his arms; her collar, which hung loosely around her neck was nearly as big as she was, "I was looking to get something to help guard our rooms. As much as I adore my Galaxia and Death charm, both are preoccupied with other things; one seems more intent on seeking Austin out, and the other likes to nap more than is probably even possible," his head turned to look at the death charm, which had rolled on it's back and lay sprawled behind them on the bed, "He's quite useful when he's not sleeping. But anyhow. I decided a guard dog would be a nice thing to have."

If anything, it'd keep unwanted people out; after all, he'd been pondering getting something ever since the Sarias incident. He'd just never gotten around to it. After the island trip though, his paranoia levels had multiplied by a thousand, and it'd just seemed imperative to address the fact he always left his door open, which meant anyone could walk in, "Oh, hardly, actually," he lifted the pup up in his arms and placed her nose against his, "Actually, despite her looks, she's full grown," lowering the pup back down, he offered the werewolf a rueful smile, "Something about the summoner conditions the ahhh... the appearance of the hellhound, apparently," which meant that he did not find it particularly surprising that his looked like it did.

He watched as her smile wavered and then vanished. The way she reacted to his words would have been amusing if not for the fact the demon knew that once he spoke, he'd never be able to take it back, "Yes, LW, talk," he reached out with one hand and dragged his fingers over her tail in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. After all, the conversation was going to be hard enough as it was... he didn't want to make her edgy from the start, and he most certainly didn't want to hurt her. In fact, all of this was more for her benefit than his, and at the end of the day, it'd make her happy; at least... that's what he kept telling himself. There was a long beat, during which he allowed that question to sink in before he let out a small sigh, his mind taking him back to that Jackforsaken island again, "You're not the only one, you know. It's part of the reason I got Fira," the words were murmured, but he knew she could hear them, "I don't feel very safe lately," another rueful smile as he looked at her out the corner of an eye.

There was no denying that Gabrian had felt horribly glad he'd not been there to see her die; he wasn't sure how he'd reacted to the scenario, but as it was, he did understand, "Well," he looked up at the ceiling and hooded his eyes a bit, "You're welcome to sleep here, if you want. I rather that over having you sleep outside. If I can sleep here, so can you," after all, a great big chunk of ceiling had fallen down on him, and he was doing.... well, not well, but at least apparently better than the poor she-wolf, "These are the demon dorms, Puppy. I very much doubt they're going to fall to pieces any time soon. In fact, they're the least likely to ever fall apart."

At her prompting him to go on, the demon let out another sight, "I've been thinking," the words were drawled out as he continued to stroke her tail, "That... I'm not entirely sure where we stand," then, he turned to look at her, waiting until he caught her eyes before he continue, "Do you love me?" there was something there was prompted her to be sincere with him, though he already knew the answer to his question.