Aivena huffed. "You think a demon like you has any right to tell me what is right or wrong? Don't tell me you are going to preach to me about how unnatural my experiments are, or how it's a sin to even consider them. Now that would be a joke! A demon preacher."
A bark of laughter escaped me. "Right! It would." I sobered. "I'm quite a bastard myself, but that doesn't make other people any bigger or lesser assholes. You, I'm going to hate one way or another. For obvious reasons." I gestured around me. "Unless you want to let me go?.."
"Do I look like an idiot? You will stay right where you are, Devourer, until I decide that it's time to give you over to my bosses. Enough chit-chat. Your conversational capability doesn't interest me."
'Master, I will have to restart the poison delaying spell soon. I hope you thought about what you will tell this hag about it, because otherwise…' Pest trailed off.
