Damn!  He was going to have to be rough; he hated it.  He didn't want to be rough; he wanted to be living on the seacoasts again, before the trolls came and invaded the Venesian town.  He would look at the sea, go out on boats, fish, hang out with friends, spend time by himself.  The only thing he didn't have was a woman to care for; he didn't like the women in town, they all just wanted to be aristocrats.<br/><br/>That memory was from long ago; ever since the curse was upon him, he realized he could do things that no ordinary person, not even a cursed demon, should be able to do.  Problem was, he didn't control it very well and sometimes damage became fall out.<br/><br/>He showed his teeth.  "Look merchant; name your price or I'll steal her from you.  Please don't make me ... I'd hate myself for doing it.  Just want to do this business transaction and move on.  If you don't think I'm good fer the money, believe me - I've bought far less precious with much more gold than you'd ever imagine."