She furrowed her brow in thought before taking another step closer and sliding a hand on his chest. She tapped her fingers gently over where his heart would be and looked up at him. “A servant…? I wouldn’t have thought a demon would be a servant. How interesting. Demons give me the idea of master.” She tilted her head back and laughed. “Well, what would you be willing to offer?”
Looking down at her he thinned his eyes. Smiling kindly as he could.
“Now you’ve learned a new lessons. In any race or world there is always someone who plays the role of servant..and in my case, is guilty of a pact.”
He ran a hand through his hair, relaxing his shoulders.
“What can I offer ? Oh, Miss. I’ve already said it. I’m a demon, nothing will surprise me at all. I’ve lived for centuries…can scare me a request from you ?”