Thinking about that outcome certainly made something crawl up Maze's spine hard enough to make her shudder. Her and boredom did not mix well at all and her greatest fear, not that she would tell anyone, was to die from it. Be it literally or metaphorically.

The demon lets him have a few long seconds but that pensive look on his face, the same one he's had in the past when something involving Chloe came up, finally pushes her to ask.

"What's going on? Why do you look like someone just stole your pitchfork?" Mazikeen questions, her tone firm because she knows he wants to talk about it.

He always wants to talk about his problems.