““Come to see the devil in his lair, have you?" he asked. She came closer, her expression intent and oddly fearless. "You're not the devil. You're only a man. A very f-flawed one." For the first time in days Sebastian felt a faint urge to smile. A flicker of reluctant interest stirred in him. "Just because the tail and horns aren't visible, child, doesn't mean you should discount the possibility. The devil comes in many guises." "Then I'm here to make a Faustian bargain." Her speech was very slow, as if she had to think over every word before she spoke. "I have a proposition for you, my lord." And she drew closer to the hearth, emerging from the darkness that surrounded them both.””