“I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.” “Something bad, I imagine,” he quipped. “Why would you say that?” He grimaced. “Because I’m a demon. I have a lot of enemies. Being with me is dangerous. You should be with someone better, someone normal.” I scowled at him. “You are the best person I’ve ever met, demon or not. If I can’t put myself down or apologise for who I am, neither can you.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Touché. As long as I’m making you happy, that’s all I care about. If not putting myself down makes you happy, that’s what I’ll do.”
