"I don't have the slightest idea how to butter you up," Mar said with cheerful honesty. "I'd try and compliment your horns and your tail and I'd get slapped or punched or both at the same time, and deserve it all. No, I just know that you're the one who knows what you're doing and I'm the one asking for stuff.

And she hadn't turned him down flat, so if that really was a rejection it was at least diplomatic. Progress, which he accepted with a nod of agreement for her terms. "In the short term, would this be a good place to bring more demon corpses as needed, or should I pick somewhere else?"