“so which bad boy are you seeing today?” Charlie asked, looking up from her computer where she was no doubt hacking some big corperation or something.
“what do you mean?” you laughed.
“you know. you and your bad boys.” she shrugged, “Crowley, Lucifer, Michael, Cain… i hear you met Asmodeus the other day, maybe him?”
“actually Ketch wanted some help with something.”
“of course he did.”
“what was i going to do? say no?” you laughed.
“normally when an assassin, or a king of hell, or the first murderer, or an archangel, or you know… satan, asks for help… well, most people would say no, so yeah, you could have said no.”