Person A: "...Why are you cradling a human pup?"
Person B: "Their mother gave them to me, I'm going to raise them."
Person A: "...Please tell me this is another one of your bizarre practical jokes, my Lord."
Person B: "It is not."
Person A: "B-But you're a Demon Lord, and you're line for the throne! You can't raise a human! I understand if you feel sorry for the pitiful little thing, but you can just give it to one of the human families taking refuge in our territory! Many would even be honoured to be given such a task by their saviour!"
Person B: "I can't do that."
Person A: "Why not?!"
Person B: "The mother was dying, she begged me to protect them and formally adopt them as my own in exchange for her rapidly fading soul."
Person A: "And you agreed to such a pathetic deal?!"
Person B: "I did... And you know I never break a contract."
