"Your manners truly are quite something. But yes, chérie, I will tell you if that is what you wish."
Bluntly, I nod.
"Good, now turn away you fucking pervert, I am going to get changed, else I will have to make an early departure."
Without another word (thankfully being co-operative), the Devil turns his back on me, whistling lightly to himself, his tail thrumming lightly on the ground, wings beating with the motion and turmoil of the updraft coming from some place around us. Fixedly, I train my eyes on his back, intent on ensuring that he does not turn around while I am changing, or at least if he does, I have a good enough aim on him to land several punches on his face if needed. Though if it is as he says and my punches cannot hurt him, I suppose they will do little more than inconvenience him- but then again inconvenience is better than nothing at all.
