[Meanwhile Gaius was occupied with giving his imp a few pointers, though it didn't seem to take kindly to his tip and didn't think that was terribly knif- nice of him. It was poised to cast again, but given that its target moved like a drunken pegasus on a warm spring day (fast and erratic and not really in a hurry to calm down) decided to take the more direct route.]
Okay, okay.
[In a few days he'd be quietly lamenting how hard it was to get imp out of clothes. (Not that he was the most concerned with hygiene and general cleanliness, but...it's an imp. He drew the line at bodily fluids that weren't his own, okay?) But that would be later. At the moment he was more wondering how it was that his life had, within the span of maybe a year, went from regular crime to fighting the undead to fighting demons.] How many demons have you met?
[He's clearly expecting the answer to be a 0 or maybe a 1.]
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Okay, okay.
[In a few days he'd be quietly lamenting how hard it was to get imp out of clothes. (Not that he was the most concerned with hygiene and general cleanliness, but...it's an imp. He drew the line at bodily fluids that weren't his own, okay?) But that would be later. At the moment he was more wondering how it was that his life had, within the span of maybe a year, went from regular crime to fighting the undead to fighting demons.] How many demons have you met?
[He's clearly expecting the answer to be a 0 or maybe a 1.]