"You guess?" Daemon echoed curiously, a faint arch of an eyebrow in silent question. Renji was bothered by something. Even without the flavor of a psychic scent to tip him off, the signs were more than obvious. And despite having only met Renji a short while ago, he could tell this was not a customary state for the redhead.

He tucked hands in his pockets, posture casual and patient as his golden gaze flickered from his father to Renji, waiting for the other man's answer to that question. He knew Saetan would understand if he did, and they could find each other easily enough later. He hoped something hadn't happened last night.