Nice to meet ya!

"Here," the bowl was shoved against Lewin's chest and Judas let it go. Then he rummaged in his pocket, tore off a piece of cardboard from his cigarette carton and scribbled something down on it. It was then held out as yet another thing for Lewin to take, "You ever need a getaway ride, gimme a call."

"Look atchu, becoming an accomplice!" He grinned, waving the little piece of cardboard in the air. "Guess it'll make good insurance so ya don't tell on me."

"Yeah, I noticed. You got really scary after I said no to summoning Rin and you just kicked the chair out because of it. It was frikkin loud.."

Lewin chuckles. "Ya held out for quite a while!"

There's a lengthy, thoughtful hum going on before he explains, "Yes and no? I'm not like, scared of you, but you can be scary. You were scary when you were all bloodlusty."

"Yeah I imagine that was kinda scary!" he grins, not at all scary. "I have practice."

Back he settled on the couch, holding the bowl between them. "Seems kinda dumb to lock up one of our better defenses against all this. Sort that shit out once we know there's still gonna be a world to be guilty in."

"Some people at Vatican ain't never really trust me. They think me attacking Drac means I'm losin' my shit." Lightning dug into the food again since it seemed Judas was still offering. "And they don't like a loose cannon that can summon high ranking demons. But they ain't got the time for the trial, so locking me up is the next best thing. But that's boring."

"N-not what I was getting at, I swear! 'Sides, I'm not the kind of guy interested in honour, and authority figures make me itch. You've got nothing to worry about from me." Holding up his half-spilled rice-thingy as a peace offering. "I doubt anyone has the time to hunt you down with everything going to hell right now. Some fugitive exorcist is the least of the world's problems, yea?"

"Drac is a spiteful bastard."

"Gah!" Poor choice of words on Lewin's part because the noise out of Judas almost certainly counted as a squeal, just in a literal sense instead of figurative. His legs kicked as his centre of balance was thrown off, "What the hell? I'm not gonna snitch!" ... "Why, is there a reward out for you?"

Lightning was smiling but underneath his bangs his eyes were intensely watching the musician, attempting to read any quirks of deception or malice. He wasn't going to let the older man play games with his freedom.

One day he'd learn the names of the kinds of dishes in here, but for now he'd be taking his bowl of...something-with-rice and dropping onto the couch for comfort.

"If ya squeal, I'll shave your head."

"I know I ask for help with the groceries when people regularly eat here, but that does not mean I want you - or the others - going hungry either. As long as we have food, you have a place to eat. Understand?"

"Understood, Fujimoto. I didn't intend to not eat, just sorta happened," he hums as he eagerly digs in, pleased with the taste, the texture and the tingling of the spiciness. It's probably obvious how much Lewin enjoys it.

"We do." He answers after a calculated pause. Lewin can act as he wants, but the father knows enough by now to not fall for such trickery. "Are you wanting buttered toast, or garlic toast?"

That grumbled string words brings the Paladin to an immediate halt, then looking back and narrowing his eyes into thin, judgemental slits while he studies the Arc Knight. "Have you eaten today?"