The Devil didn’t say anything. After a long moment, he took another swig of the spirits, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then gestured at Cyprian with his chin. “Make that one ask nicely.” Cyprian didn’t have to turn to know Will’s eyes were on him. “Please,” said Cyprian, flatly. The Devil let out a snort of breath through his nose. He looked at Cyprian in the firelight, a long look overbrimming with sadistic satisfaction. “On your knees.”
