“Along with a few other things. Have you heard of one of your fellows venturing out further than London?”

"Well, we do have quite a bit of business here and there."

“Anything worth noting? Help a lovelorn fool.”

"Nothing of worry to any humans. Where did you meet your lost paramour?"

“Very far away.”

"Well, there's an awful lot of Devils, I'd need something more specific than that." He still sounds terribly amused.

“Where the angels live.”

"Angels," he says, somewhere between amused, taken aback, and calculating. "Can't say I've ever met one of those."

“I’ll try not to take that as an insult.”

"Oh, anyone here is hardly an angel by any definition at all."

“Maybe not any of you.”

"Fancy yourself an angel, do you?"

“And if I do?”

"We're all allowed our vanities, I suppose," he says, agreeably, "Though I would call your companion more angelic than you."

“I’d leave my wife out of this if I were you.”

"Oh, they marry people now?"

“Not just anyone.”

"I suppose she's the light of your life?"

“Fire of my soul.”

He barks out a laugh. "Those who have anything to do with such shining examples are pretty few and far between," he says amicably. "I don't see why I should introduce you to any."

“Then we’ll find someone who will.”

"We tend not to disagree too much on things, I think you'll find. But maybe you could sweeten the deal for me, so to speak."

“I can guess what you want and the answer is no.”

"Oh, you didn't even let me propose a deal! I assure you I want nothing crass. Wouldn't impugn a lady's reputation like that. And really what's the point of merely trading a soul? A deal - why, there's no pizzazz there, no courtship. No, I want something much, much simpler."

“You’re not selling yourself well. Anything simpler than a soul is nothing a Devil would be interested in.”