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Make these conversations of ours sound as natural as possible...
I don't know whether to take him seriously or not.Thatcan't be the only reason he's calling me. Or can it?
You understand, don't you?
"I do." When it's the Devil asking the questions, the only acceptable answer is whatever you think he wants to hear.
Ah, Sheena.
I can't help wincing at how his robotic sigh brings to mind a dinosaur growling in hunger.
Every time you say those words, you make me feel like I've asked you to marry me.
I nearly fall out of my seat when his meaning sinks in, and I end up stammering incoherently in response.
"Wh-what? N-No. I...I..."
You sound like you don't think I'd make a good husband.
That almost sounds like the Devil's teasing me. But that can't be. Right?
Do you?
A good lover, the Devil will make,probably.
But as a husband?
He's the Devil, for God's sake. It goes without saying that he'd make the most terrible spouse. But since I'm neither stupid nor brave enough to say those words out loud—-
"Marriage hasn't really, um, crossed my mind?" I'm hoping that's enough to get me out of harm's way, but...nope.
But if you were given a choice...
It seems like the Devil's determined to nail me down for my opinion, and it's all up to me to figure out what's the best thing to say when he asks me—-
Would I be the kind of man you'd like to marry?
I almost end up choking.
No girl in her right mind would evenconsidermarrying the Devil, so how do I even answer that?
If I say 'yes', will the Devil kill me for lying? But what if I say no, and the Devil kills me anyway for pissing him off?
That should've been an easy question to answer.
And the fact that you don't find it so speaks volumes.
Oh God, he's really going to kill me now, isn't he?
"I'm sorry," I blurt out. "It's not you or anything, but it's just, um...I'm only eighteen—-"
You make it sound like this is about your age, but we both know that isn't it.
My fingers tighten around my phone, and my heart starts to race like I'm about to fall off a cliff. Everything about this conversation feels frighteningly dangerous all of a sudden, and it feels like we're about to cross forbidden territory at any moment.
Would you like to know what I think?
No, I don't.
