"Give me that can." Tracy extended her slender fingers, pointing at the pile of supplies beside Lorne.
Lorne glanced at Tracy without responding.
He was running low on supplies too. They were only meant for emergencies in the first place. One man and one cat might have been able to hold out a little longer, but adding another person would stretch them thin.
Tracy bit her lower lip and deliberately tugged down the neckline of her soaked shirt.
Smack! Lorne turned straight around, presenting his back to her.
"...What a stingy man." Tracy narrowed her eyes, her voice carrying a hint of playful reproach. "I can pay for it, all right?"
"Pay..." Lorne pursed his lips. Even the coat you're wearing is mine. What are you going to pay with?
Of course, Lorne did not say that aloud. Suppressing the urge to make a snide remark, he dug a tin can out from deep within the supplies. "I was saving this to enjoy at the very end. If you want it, I can sell it to you."
"Wolf Fish Canned Food?!" Tracy's expression froze. Having spent years at sea, she had naturally heard of its infamous reputation.
"Could you really bear to make a lady eat something like that?" As she spoke, tears welled in Tracy's eyes, making her misty gaze especially alluring.
Lorne swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, but he still made no move.
"Hmph!"
Tracy was a little annoyed by Lorne's response. For the first time since becoming a Demoness, she began to question her own charms.
"Gutless fellow. Hmph."
Despite that thought, Tracy also felt a little relieved. As the most unconventional member of the Demoness Sect, she had no desire to be defiled by a man either.
Besides, she could tell that Lorne was a