Not actively having fun doesn’t mean something is miserable. However, Matthias was a creature who needed constant entertainment or, at the very least, distraction. Typically, he made it for himself, but it almost always required others. He’s just a very social creature even if much of his social interactions are faked. That’s the thing with Sam: he knows what Matthias is. Matthias doesn’t have to play a part for him. He doesn’t have to pretend there’s some deeper meaning to everything he said and did with Sam. It’s oddly comfortable.

Taking another sip from their glass (yes, it’s theirs now), Matthias’ brows lifted and he nodded several times. “Lovely as all this is, flowers make for dull conversation. Besides, it’s nighttime. They’re all folded up and refusing to be admired.” H huffed out softly through his nose. The demon was nothing if not dramatic about these smallest of inconveniences.

He stared off into the middle distance for a moment, then sighed in earnest. “It’s like walking on eggshells with them. They’re all so… stuffy and easy to leap to offense.” The last thing Matthias wanted in his life was an immortal nemesis. Being locked together in some eternal battle was not his idea of fun.