Will it kill you if you asked nicely?

"Ugh..."

Dexter grunted at the striking pain that struck his head even before he could open his eyes. He held his head to keep it still from the constant bounce of his body. 

"Good evening." 

He popped his eyes open as soon as he heard a familiar voice. He wasn't dreaming when he heard Abel's voice as his eyes landed on this demon in human skin sitting across from him inside the carriage. 

Dexter winced and massaged his temple, glancing to his left, only to see Conan looking back at him blankly. A shallow breath slipped past his lips, sliding the window to breathe in some fresh air. 

"I hope this isn't real," he grumbled, his frown going deeper and uglier. "Damn..." 

When the night breeze hit his face, he cursed. He knew something ridiculous like this would happen when Isaiah visited the marquess estate before dinner. The emperor's palace had been busy recently. He should've known they were planning something.