"Like the stray over there?" The demon's gaze goes sharply towards the gravestone behind which Kit is hiding. "Is he a friend? Is he a secret? Hm, hmmm . . ."
The demon doesn't move for a long moment, then, much like a crow in the face of oncoming traffic, it performs some sort of bizarre last-minute maneuver and hops just out of the path of danger.
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I have lots of secrets.
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"I trade," it tells her.
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Nuh-uh! I meant information for information.
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Just information!
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Please stop.
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*walks toward the graveyard entrance*
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Meanwhile, the demon has gone for Kit.
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LIMITED, YOU BASTARD!
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