"You saved me the trouble of putting my life at stake." He said, still displaying his confidence, letting the sword disappear between his clothes and turned once again to go. "You still owe me an answer." "To what question?" "What is your name?" An uneasy feeling seized the demon at the question. "Asking my name. Is it a smart move?" "That's not relevant. You are bound to answer." He struggled for a moment. If this really was the son of Aiden Calderwood then he could be powerful enough to bind Merulias to his own will, using that name. But he had to abide by the rules and so he uttered the name as inaudible as he could manage. "Nice to meet you, Merulias." Dean stretched out one hand, "will you stick around for a bit?" Taken aback the demon looked at the young man, his voice barely masking the absurdity he felt. "You wanted my name, for that?" "You saved my life, I saved yours. Perhaps that means something." "Yes, it's called coincidence." Merulias replied drily, having regained his composure. "But I might as well. You two are a rather interesting sight."
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