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“Bait?” I cried out in indignation. “You're using me as bait?”
Samael lazed in his armchair. He grinned lopsidedly. “Amongst other purposes, maggot. I also expect you to do laundry, cook, and make sandwiches- that was my nose, whelp!” he snapped as I hurled a glass at his face. He caught it and set it on the table. “Your treachery knows no bounds. Please learn to take jokes.”
“Treachery? You want to use me as monster chow. And I would never feed you.”
“But that BLT was delicious...” he said, forlorn. “Fine. I can do without domestic services. What I do need, however, is something underworlders find appetizing: namely, nubile young women-”
“-Nubile? Did you really just say that?-”
“-like yourself. You're young, harmless, and easily taken ad
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