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[is in your apartment, hiding hexbags.]

[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?

I've had plenty of people shoot me -- rough me up, throw me around, eviscerate me. But, you're the first to apologize for it. It's like you're ... [treating my like a human. She gets more uncomfortable and just sneers it off.] A big softy underneath it all. Don't worry, we'll fix that.

See you around. [With that, suitably freaked out with her life, she flounces.]

[He merely stares at the empty space as she flounces off, then he sighs and turns back to the task of cleaning up. His life was certainly weird lately.]

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