Stolas could tell that it was weighting heavy on the imp's mind. It pained his heart seeing him like this... After a while the owl sighed, resting back on his chest.

"How could you have know?" Stolas spoke softly. "Its not your fault. You didn't hire the hit on me. That responsibility lays squarely on Stella's shoulders."

Though the hit would have bever been called if he didn't sleep with Blitzø. But for that, he would not apologize for. He would do it all again.