Husk

*The demon is about her age, and has black hair and red eyes. It's wearing a black suit with a red tie, and it has a smirk on its face.*

can i help you?

*The demon walks closer, getting too close for comfort.* You're Amelia, aren't you?

*He lets out a dry, humorless chuckle.* You think anyone else would want this job? Trust me, it's better this way.

*tilts head curiously* better how? less drama?

*He scoffs, polishing a glass absently.* Less drama, yeah. More importantly, less questions. *He sets the glass down with a firm click.* I do the pouring, they do the talking. Simple.