It takes a moment for the full weight of the words to register, admittedly. Her features scrunching in an assortment of confusion and disdain as Salome gestures towards herself, drawing a hand down the whole length of her body. Chair be damned.
“Okay, be honest with me here,” she asks in quick succession, though her face still reads like that of a hard skeptic. “Is there something about me that just happens t’scream ‘hey, demons, I’m totally someone who’s up your alley’? ‘Cause it fuckin’ feels like it.”
“to be quite fair? i do believe it could have to do with the smell,” he said bluntly. arms crossing his chest. “demons,” a cough, as he corrected himself, “most demons love attaching themselves to things they can’t have. then again, most demons are only focused on either creating deals or making chaos.”
Hellfirebound 