"So... Do we have a deal?" The demon raised his eyebrows and smirked, already knowing the answer, but extending his hand in the customary handshake anyway. Nick examined the hand critically. His grandmother warned him not to make deals with demons, but she also threw lemons at snails and drank iced tea by the gallon. "Do you have a contract I could look over or...?" (Who IN THE WORLD would click on this for a normal reading experience? Eh.)