Zazel tried to grab the packet as fell from his pocket, but the witch beat him to it, with her taking one out and enjoying it as much as he did. He ignored it, finding it rather amusing that she would trifle with him as she did, and kept grinning. He could hear the fluctuations I her voice, a cold tone dampened by something he knew from long experience to be something bordering endearment. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised – she was of dark magic and had seen demons before most had even really learned about them, had struck a deal with him before most even knew such a thing could be done. Endearment was to be expected, with him helping her in a way no other could, even if it was for massive personal gain, and not out of the kindness of his heart, if he even had one.<br/><br/>“Of course, I’m here to check if you’re safe,” he said, leaning back as she leaned forwards, every inch relaxed and at ease. “Of all the witches and warlocks I’ve dealt with, you are by far my favourite,” he began, eyes locked with hers and voice sounded soft and enticing. “So young, and yet driven to do what an accomplished sorcerer would hesitate to chance their skill at. What’s more, you had a good time about it – did I not listen? Did I not care when no one else would, did I not offer help when everyone else abandoned you? Of all the people you know, I care the most, even more than your bloke who isn’t on the side – I’m assuming you haven’t told him about our deal, or you wouldn’t have sent him off would have you?<br/><br/>The demon took a swig of his drink, pausing in his speech momentarily as the witch moved closer to him, her not losing his gaze and yet again ignoring her question – calling in his debt now might not work, or at least, might make it far harder than he would like. “And now you sit here with a demon, all the confidence of your younger years still here, clearly not worried about someone recognising you, about someone seeing you flirting with a creature of fire and brimstone, even if I do know you better than any of your coven.”<br/><br/>He blew the smoke away from his face as he looked at her, and reached a hand out towards her face, brushing her hair away with a gentleness that might not usually be attributed to him, looking her in the eye as his arm fell around her shoulder, answering her last question. “And what a woman you are – truly, if ever I could be, I am proud.” He grinned at her, only a pair of horns away from being some biblical Beelzebub.