The demon rolled over to go back to sleep, but Jaelin gripped him by the shoulder and turned him back to face us. "You must have heard something," she insisted. "Did he have any friends? Anyone you overheard him mention or talk to? Anyone who visited him?"
"I did see him talking to a demon from the Department of Housing a little while back," the demon said slowly. "Seemed to be kind of an important conversation but you could tell they didn't want anybody to hear them."
"Did you get a name?" Jaelin asked.
"If I tell you the name, do I get to go back to sleep?" he countered. When I nodded, he said, "I didn’t catch one. Now piss off." He rolled over again.
Taking a page out of the police procedural dramas my parents used to watch, I said, “Describe him for me. Did he have any distinguishing characteristics?”
“He was a demon,” the sleep-deprived witness growled. “He had arms and legs and he was…I don’t know…greenish, maybe? He was a fucking demon. We didn’t pose for photos.”
"So that’s it? We’re just looking for a green demon from Housing?" Sylnie summarized disappointedly. She'd been quiet and she seemed extremely uncomfortable. I wasn't sure if it was because she was getting jostled a little too lasciviously by the lewder demons, if she was nervous in her new role as a more active member of the team or if she was simply embarrassed at being the only demon in the entire barracks wearing clothing.
“We’ll have to talk to Fikhos,” I said sourly. “See if he knows something. And if he doesn’t,” I continued loudly, “We’ll have to come back here and beat the crap out of this punk until he decides to remember something useful!” The demon ignored me and pretended to snore.
"Well, it looks like your investigation is whisking you out of our fair department," Wyver said with dramatic wording but flat intonation. "I'm afraid our paths will part here."
"Yeah," I nodded. "A pleasure as always, Wyver."
"Parting is such sweet sorrow," he replied, adding "sir" as an afterthought before disappearing.
"A Wyver by any other name would still be as smug," I muttered to no one in particular. I turned to Jaelin. "I've never been to the Department of Housing," I told her. "So you'll have to take me and Sylnie with you when you teleport."
By the time I finished my sentence, the three of us were standing in what I assumed was the office of Fikhos, the Director of Housing.