[Oh, if the prince of all demons had a nickle for every time the sight of his supremely chiseled physique along with those wings caused someone to either swoon or jump in terror, he'd probably be a much richer man than he already was. Well, he got another nickle today. Samantha had not expected the Morningstar to contact 'Jasmine' unwittingly, and it was written all over her face that she recognized at least something about him by the way that her black slammed into the wall behind her and her tail shot up in the air. It went rigid, twitching at the tip a little while her pulse was barely visible in her throat.

She was terrified that he could see her, and there was no way for her to hide it from the shock.]

Shit. Yeah, it's like some malaria schmuck's quinine. I got that now, but the gray's a bitch and a half. No offense buddy, but demons and I don't get on too well, and you sort of reek of the infernal right now.

[She looked like she was trying to calm down, and doing a damned poor job of it.]