<em>Not again</em>, thought Lasciel, turning slowly to face the doppelganger, once more crossing her arms over her chest. That one had been trying to get into her pants for a long time. She didn't object to the attention itself, but his kind were so fluid and ultimately ephemeral, that there was nothing in their essence to sustain her, nor even anything promising a thrilling fuck. It would be a waste of time, and Lasciel wasn't given to such. Her time was still mostly her own.<br/><br/>'Don't you go all patronising on me, darling,' she said. 'I talk to humans all the time; it's part of my thing, unlike yours. And if he knows a few things, so much the better, as a morsel. I don't see what I would need a deal with you for...'