The house-elves were safe from Wolfram’s interrogations for now; his brother had left Wolfram with a very strong impression of his disapproval should the blond demon goad the creatures into harming themselves. Unfortunately, he had also left Wolfram with the impression that Yuuri’s mother, having given birth to two Demon Kings, was thus something of an honorary demon. His fiancé’s blood was purer than they thought!
Wolfram wasn’t trying to be offensive or cruel through this thinking. It was not as if he thought of his in-laws as dirty, and he loved his daughter deeply. But he also assumed that, given a choice, a person would much rather be born a demon rather than a human. They had maryoku, a rich history, and a heritage they could be proud of! And while imperfect, sometimes (the von Karbelnikoffs were notoriously shifty), demons were also much better at tolerance and acceptance compared to humanity. Humanity, after all, exiled his people and imprisoned mothers of half-demon children in work camps. Wolfram von Bielefeld felt that the tolerance of humans should count for double, considering how detestably they behaved.
He was very happy that Yuuri was a full demon, although he did not quite understand his brother’s logic.
“There you are!” He declared at the entrance to the kitchen. He still had a lukewarm plate of food from the meeting with the strange chef. “I have two pieces of good news. What do you have for me?” Marriage was about making things even!