❝ your little playtoy still avoiding you? guess you really shouldn’t have taught her ways to evade you. – you could always hire some non-demonic oafs to bust her out of the warded motel room. ❞
“that little toy of mine is going through a small crisis,” he said, hands slipping into the pockets of his jeans. “i taught her just enough to keep her safe. if she decides to keep this up for longer than a few days? well, there is more than one way to get her out – i don’t even need to hire anyone. i’d just burn her out.”