[ Well, he is an idiot, but it's not an unreasonable conclusion to have drawn. Satanick = sex, so more Satanick = more sex, right? Except not, apparently, which is weird. He's pretty sure this is his first interaction with the demon that hasn't involved trying (and usually succeeding) to get into his pants. What's his (their?) game this time?

At their mutual denial of his accusation, he merely scoffs. ]

Well, I certainly didn't sprout wings and fly here, did I? One of you must have done it, and that one is going to send me back right now, or -

[ Wait. He stares at the yellow-eyed Satanick, not quite sure he's heard that last bit correctly. Sure, he knows the demon likes sleeping with him - it would be a bit difficult not to know that by now - but he can't remember him ever expressing any kind of genuine fondness toward him, personally. It's kind of freaking him out. ]

I'm sorry, you what?