"Yeah, sure, I should get my bearings more before I go running around meddling in things. Am I going to attract too much attention for the wings and the tail, and if so is it 'go ahead and saw them off' attention or 'wear a snazzy leather trenchcoat' attention?"

He startles a bit at 'saw them off.' "Um?! I don't think you should saw off any body parts at all! Even if you are going to attract a lot of attention with the wings and tail. I mean, we can probably get you to the Seattle Avalon where no one would bat an eyelash at them, but that's a bit of a drive. But - I have wings, too, there is not enough reason in the world for me to cut them off!"

"...I can replace them pretty trivially and I made them in the first place with a nice band of zero pain-sensing nerves," Cam says. "And you don't look like you have wings."

"Demons can make stuff. However, we cannot - unmake stuff, so I can't do the trick you can apparently pull. And we can't make intrinsically magic stuff, either, it all has to run on physics, so I don't think I can make myself a - medallion."

"... That was going to be the next thing I asked. Damn. Oh well. Um - however you deal with fitting in is up to you? If you don't want to -" he shudders a little "- saw off your wings, you can go with the trenchcoat and move to an Avalon. Uh - where magical critters live, and where everyone is aware that magic critters exist and therefore won't even blink at wings and a tail."

"Will they blink at me being a demon? You mentioned running screaming to your dad, earlier. Or do I resemble something more respectable?"

"You should probably not tell people that you are a demon. I mean - I don't think you look like demons are supposed to look here? But I haven't seen one, so I'm not sure. Dad has, so we'll ask him. But if you are obviously not evil and you just happen to have wings and a tail and explain it as, 'magic did it' people will accept that as facts."

"I don't think I want to live in an Avalon, anyway, although it'd be neat to see one. I can just make someplace comfy in the middle of nowhere and make a little atmosphere-compatible spaceship and go places where there's stuff to do."

Cam glances at him. "You can send me home by concentrating on it for about a minute, unless something extra weird is going on. And I have no particular desire to put you in a coma, so you're going to continue to be able to do that. Relax. It's the early 2000s, so I'm going to see how much of what I know about my Earth back then and then fix the ozone layer and save the honeybees and heal any amputees I run into."

"... Okay, that's all stuff I'm completely supportive of, go nuts with that. Sorry, I have read too many novels about how terribly this can go wrong to not be concerned about what you will do now that you're here."

"No, this could totally have gone terribly wrong, but if it were going to go terribly wrong, you would not be conscious to complain."

"I'm getting that feeling, yeah. This is what happens when trying out new spells, I suppose, strange risks you'd never expected to occur. Thanks for not rendering me unconscious, I have things to accomplish and I wouldn't get any of them done if I were in a coma for the rest of my life."

"Yeah, and by things to accomplish what do you mean?"

"Um. Okay, well, right now critters in general are in the closet, and also the adoption system is quite terrible. So I want to pull a Frankenstein and graft the two problem's solutions together, slowly unveil the masquerade, make sure the adoption system is not terrible and that critter children get to go to homes that won't disown them for being critters, that sort of thing. Oh, and also reverse engineer medallions, because we have a cap on them and it is extremely inconvenient."

"That does sound inconvenient."

"Yup. And it's not like they're indestructible, either, so eventually we will run out of them entirely, unless we figure out how to make more. So I am also working on that, on the side."

"Well, good luck. I suppose I could try duplicating yours in case I can after all. There's no magical stuff to copy, back home, so maybe the limit's not as hard a limit as it looks like?"

"Thanks. I'm not turning down any attempt to make more, though testing if it worked would be a problem. Since it's one medallion per person and they are greedy and jealous little chunks of metal."

"Sure," he agrees. "I'll head to an Avalon and find an amuletless peryton and offer it. Thanks, if it does work. I will probably start begging you to make tons of them, if that's the case."

"I could be persuaded."