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[He catches the fact that she's getting skittish and he arches a brow at her for it but says nothing. Some people just aren't used to kindness.]

Sometimes I wonder if that wouldn't be for the best. [The whole not continuing the species. Don't ask. As she scrutinizes him, he starts stitching the wound up.] I'm fine with dirty and bloody, and things not ending well. [He's been well trained for it after all.]

[She sets her jaw, trying not to cringe with each stitch. Hell really gives you a heck of a pain tolerance.]

Sounds like I've got something you want. How about I cut you a deal?

[Clearly. A lot of people he knows would be blubbering by now.]

What kind of deal?

[Oh, but that last one made her choke back a gasp. She swears under her breath, trying to keep that in-control smirk on her face, but it's obviously forced.]

The kind where you get something you want, and I get something I want. You're buddies with the Winchesters, right? They trust you?

[Thankfully he's done, so now he can cover the wound with some bandaging.] I've got some pain killers. [He's offering some if she wants them.]

[He arches a brow before shrugging.] I'm not sure how much they do but I think so. Why?

I'll be okay. [She leans her head back against the wall, letting out a slow relieved sigh before she fixes her gaze back on him.]

Because, they have something of mine and I want it back. I'll train you, but in exchange I want you to get it back for me. Do you think you can do that?

Okay. [He can offer her the next best thing though; the bottle of vodka that Brooke didn't let him finish. Which he does, along with a glass.]

What do you need from them? [He starts cleaning up the mess from cleaning her wound.]

[That kind of medicine, she will take. In a half-glass kind of dose.]

They've got my knife.

A knife? [He arches a brow at her.] You want me to get a knife back from them?

The thing's riddled in witchcraft -- ancient stuff that's not easy to put on any old pigsticker. I'm pretty attached to this one and they stole it from me. I just want what's mine, that's all.

You know it might take me awhile to get it from them, right? I'll want to start training before then.

Oh, I know. That's the thing, though. You agree to do this, you're making a deal with a demon. You're locked in. I don't have to take you at your word because you have to do it. So, yeah, I'll train you. But, you will get me that knife, one way or another. [Yeah, that ... only works with crossroads demons but she's going to go ahead and pretend it works with her too and coax him into thinking he's stuck. :3 Congrats, Noah.]

[Ruby, you're underestimating how far he'll go to protect his daughters. He'd make a deal with Lucifer himself to do so.] Fine.

[She sets her drink aside, sitting forward some, looking very at home.]

Good. Just one little thing, though. Sealing a deal with a demon requires a little something. [Look, if she's going to play him, she's going to play it legit, ok?]

[He arches a brow at her again.]

And what's that?

Not much. Just a kiss. You're lucky I'm not a stronger demon, though. They ask for a lot more.

...A kiss seals the deal?

Piece of cake, right? [She raises a brow almost like she's daring him and then looks down at herself with a shrug.] Don't worry, Mr. B, it's all me in here. I recycle. Go green! [She makes a kind of rooting gesture with her first, like "go, Earth!" Bullshitting him into thinking his soul's on the line if he doesn't get that knife? Ace.] It's a choice. Kind of like veganism, but more ... sketchy demonic veganism.

[If he thinks about it, kissing a demon is probably not the worse thing he's ever done.] Fine.

[Honestly, he's not worried about his soul. He's pretty sure he's going to Hell in the long run anyways, so why not just throw more fuel on the fire for when that day comes. He sits down on the edge of the table in front of her again, deciding he'll let her lead since he doesn't really know what kind of kiss she means.]

Good. [She scoots off the couch, kneeling in front of him and bracing a hand on either side of him on the coffee table. She leans up and kisses him thoroughly. After a minute, she pulls back. When she does, she's smirking and looking thoroughly amused because mmm manipulating people.] How about we start Monday?

[He arches a brow at her as she moves to kneel in front of him before leaning down to kiss her back. Not the worse thing he's done but certainly interesting. When they pull apart, he's watching her stoically as he nods.] Monday it is.

I'll be here around 7. Try to leave the door unlocked? I already busted Elle Bishop's locks because she was feeling security conscious. [She stands promptly and snatches her jacket off the couch, turning to head for the door before she promptly stops and turns back to face him.] Thanks for the patch-up. You're not a bad guy.

I'm sure that went over well. [He comments wryly, getting to his feet as well before he turns to face her.] You're welcome. Sorry for shooting you in the first place.

[She gives pause at that, then crosses her arms over her chest uncomfortably.]

That's a first.

...What is?

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