[He probably should have anticipated the pillow attack, yet he didn't. The first time at least startles him, the soft fabric hitting him square in the face. He at least makes a half-hearted attempt at blocking her second strike.]

It isn't as if she's a demon. She's quite intelligent, you know. Driven. Passionate about knowledge and learning. [There's a part of him that had rather liked sharing what knowledge he could with her. Although, admittedly, he does know that she enjoyed the knowledge gain as much as, if not more, than his actual company. Still. He didn't think her entirely heartless, even if they had drifted apart once the ember of initial romance cooled.]

We didn't marry.