The change in tone was an obvious one, at least to the demon, and it genuinely surprised him: when she was younger, she had been crying and upset, distraught and unhappy with herself, and before she seemed far happier with the thought of him being gone – albeit with a few inconsistencies – than him being sat before her. Now though, she seemed perfectly happy to be sat here, perfectly willing for him to be sat beside her, far more comfortable with him than most would ever dare to be, and yet he could tell that it was not entirely honest, that she did have her reservations about being next to him, about him acting as comfortably as he was around her. He noticed her hesitation in the way she breathed in, as if she was expecting him to harm her, and almost split his head grinning at how relaxed she was when she leaned backwards.<br/><br/>“You can’t lie to me,” he said, noting the glint in her eyes, a glint he had seen before in many different people. “But just know that you’re playing a dangerous game – making a deal with a demon is one thing, trying to bed one is another entirely, and not something you’d come out of in a state you’d like.” He pulled her closer with the arm he had around her, gently running his fingers through the tips of her hair.<br/><br/>“You make it sound like I am a dishonest creature, as if I haven’t only ever told you the truth. It wasn’t me he made you sit here, wasn’t me who made you take the deal. I am many things, but I am not a liar.” He raised an eyebrow at her comment about not knowing who she was, taking a drink once more, but didn’t comment, knowing that his simple action alone would let his sentiments on that subject be known. Of course he knew the woman she was, he had practically made her, at least in his mind.<br/><br/>At her stating she had ‘problems’, the demon almost laughed, emitting a short, sharp exhale of air. He listened to her plight, grinning throughout, shaking his head at the end as if in disbelief. “Of course it’s wearing off,” he began, “it was never meant to last a life time, this sort of stuff never is. It is beyond my power to completely eradicate dark magic, I don’t think anything could, I can just suppress it. Sure, I can do it again, but next time it might crop up in five years, not ten, and you might have the urge to test it out on that boyfriend to whom you remain so loyal”, he said, lacing the last few words with mock sweetness. “Of course, I’m always happy to dampen it again, to strike another deal… you’ve already done it once before, how hard will it be to do it again?”<br/><br/>He could hear the anger in her voice and wasn’t sure he kept the excitement out of his well enough, but not really caring – he doubted she would care enough to learn to master whatever infected her soul, and if he had a second debt to call in five years later, who was he to complain?