Lee gapes at him, mouth hanging open.

The demon reaches forward, pushing his jaw back up with a finger.

"But the scroll - "

Daemon shrugs.

"I'll just write another one."

His eyes widen.

"Not that I wrote the first one, or anything."

Skylar laughs.

"Sure you didn't."

Daemon coughs.

"Right, so where were we going, again?"

Lee rolls his eyes.

"Back to my apartment."

The girl frowns.

"What?"

"Sky, your place is trashed, even you can't deny that."

"Lee, my apartment would still look better than yours, after being hit by a hurricane."

He blushes.

"I'm busy, okay, I don't have time for housekeeping."

"Your parents hired you a maid."

"Yeah, but, she's not very good."

Skylar raises an eyebrow.

Daemon scoffs.

"Trust me, anyone is better than you."

Lee opens his mouth to reply.

A muffled thud.

He turns to see a small silver knife lodged in the tree behind him.

"Skylar?"

"Yeah?"

"You didn't throw a knife at me, did you?"

"Lee, I left all my knives in the cell."