Astaroth couldn’t help it. He laughed, a full, hearty guffaw. “You’re so bloody mean!” She smirked. “You can take it.” “And so I shall, gladly,” he said, placing a hand over his heart. Calladia shook her head. “It’s like you want me to insult you. Are you a masochist or something?” “Just a demon who likes a challenge. A mortal constantly trying to take the piss out of me is unusual.”
