She wipes the blood from her cheek, before picking up her gun.

His eyes follow her as she presses the barrel against his forehead.

Daemon sighs.

"We've been over this, darling. I'm immortal."

"Tell me something, demon."

A pause.

"Why were five, highly trained assassins trying to kill us?"

He coughs uncomfortably.

"Actually, it was more like eight."

Her eyes widen in disbelief.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she screeches, waving the gun in the air, "next time I'll be more specific."

Daemon nods in approval.

Lee sighs.

"Good job, mate, you've really done it now."

The demon stares at him in confusion.

Skylar kicks one of the bodies to the side.

"Just for that, you're on disposal duty."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Sky - "

"You know," Lee interrupts, "a nice walk through the woods is meant to help with relaxation. Dragging a body behind you should be irrelevant."

Daemon gapes at both of them.

"You do realise I'm a demon?"

Blank stares from both of them.

"I am literally the embodiment of Hell."

Skylar pats his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin.

"Then you must be used to corpses."