“ I can’t promise I won’t try to stab you if you get to close. ” Friendly, as always, the hunter shoots a look at the stranger over his shoulder. He raises his beer in recognition, brow furrowing. “ Can I help you with somethin’, friend? ”
“ Is that how you greet everyone? “ Not that it truly mattered to the demon, but he was at least – attempting – to be decent for the moment, “ I mean, stabbing me won’t do much more than ruin my favorite jacket, but if it gets you your kicks? Go right ahead.”
Hellfirebound 