Even bad memories could serve as a weapon if used properly

Did this Demon Lord just ask me to give him pet names in the middle of the stairs leading to a freaking banquet?

He chuckled when he saw my face, and told me casually to think about one before shifting to a more casual topic. "Tonight is supposed to be filled with performances and cultural exchange, so there wouldn't be a lot who will come for an audience," he said, holding my hand so I wouldn't trip on my long coat and roll down to the banquet floor unsightly. "I already spoke to most yesterday night anyway."

"Mm," I nodded, torn between trying not to step on the edge of my coat and contemplating pet names for a Demon Lord, all while maintaining a calm, natural, hopefully elegant expression. 

Not easy, I should tell you.