The second Eddie pointed out her shirt, Demona half-pulled her hair back over the shirt. It was too late to hide it, yes, and he clearly knew exactly where it had come from, but the idea of him not understanding why she had kept it was something that was bothering her far more than it had any right to. In her eyes, it was clear why she had kept it -- because of everything that had been going on when she had made it. It was one of the first shirts she had made to help promote the band, and while it had hung loosely on her back then, it was tighter now. It still fit, though, and in truth, she had worn it to not only get Eddie's attention, but to spite Paige and Chrissy.

Turning her eyes away briefly, Demona took a deep breath without answering for what felt like an eternity. In reality, it had only been about 3 seconds, and as she turned back to Eddie, she gestured to his necklace, ignoring the old light behind the bar as she answered. This time, though, her voice was slightly colder than it had been before.

"Probably for the same reason you kept that." A hand moved to pull her own matching necklace out from under her shirt. The chain was far longer than she had worn it on before, but the pick was just the same, eyes locked on his as she held it in the air. "I, however, have plausible deniability when asked about it and can just say I like the band still. Unless everyone else just forgot we had these together. Chrissy gets a pass. I assume she doesn't know about that."

Every word that came out of her mouth felt like venom poisoning herself, yet her tone remained far less emotional than she felt. It was a talent she had learned that helped her at the bar, but she had never imagined having to use it against Eddie. She had always thought their reunion would be a happy one, not like this, and the longer it went on, the harder she found it to stand in front of him without either bolting off, or throwing herself into his arms.