“I hear she’s very avant-garde,” Astaroth drawled. “It’s going to be a bloody good time.” The damn demon. Astaroth had been delighted by this development, which appealed to his chaotic nature. Once he’d learned straightlaced Ben had acquired a half-feral vampire succubus assassin he had no idea how to interact with, he’d declared it the funniest thing he’d heard all year. He was now making vampire puns at every opportunity.
