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"I can level mountains."

"That's... probably not something we'll need."

"I can shatter souls."

She nodded politely. "Useful."

"It is."

Another thoughtful silence. Then, "Can you heal Mrs. Wilton?"

In hindsight, I should have seen that coming. "Yes."

Her face lit up. "Really?"

"Of course."

"Oh, wonderful! Let's go."

"I said I could." She blinked. "I didn't say I would."

"But..." She frowned as though I'd just informed her puppies were illegal. "...why not?"

"Because I'm a demon."

She continued staring. She searched everywhere except the one place I actually stood. Humans did that a lot. They assumed anything important had to be complicated. Usually, it was standing right in front of them.

I waited. Convinced my last answer had explained everything. Apparently not.

"So?"

"So..." I spread my hands. "We don't generally heal people."

"You could make an exception."

"I could."

"You should."

"I shouldn't."

"It would be nice."

"I'm a demon."

"So you've mentioned."

"I don't do nice."

"I think you could."

"I assure you, I could not."

"You haven't even met her."

"I don't need to."

"She makes blackberry pie."