Cam is dipping a grilled cheese sandwich into a bowl of tomato soup when he feels the summons. He goes ahead and grabs it. Doesn't even drop the sandwich.
"The method," sighs Cam, "is concentrating on getting rid of me, for about a minute."
She looks at Cam. "Thank you. Obviously I won't try to just get rid of you without asking first."
"This is not at all obvious," Cam tells her. "Most people who summon me don't even let me speak."
"There is a concern that demons will talk summoners out of their souls. The theological kind, not the kind with bones and verbal IQs."
"No. Far as I know nobody can and it's just a mean joke, but it's a mean joke played on desperate people who might come up with more substantial things to trade if there were too much common knowledge polluting the market."
"We are obviously coming from very different cultural contexts here. For instance, while I've been summoned by a stark naked woman before, it wasn't our first meeting."
"... Do you have mortal sensibilities? I can put on my silks if you'd prefer."
"I'm neither offended nor repelled, but it's yet another example of how Our Souls Resemble The Contents Of A Pet Shop Land is different from what I'm accustomed to. Nudity is a witch thing? What else is a witch thing?"
"Witches don't care about nudity," she shrugs. "I wear silks when I'm around my dad, but my brother's so used to witch culture that he also doesn't care. We don't use money, and instead tend to pay in favors. I'm a member of a witch clan, one I joined... somewhat recently." She shows her wrist - there's a tattoo of an unfamiliar symbol on it. "There's also an... issue with some witches claiming mortals at daggerpoint. I am against it."
"I'm pretty sure I don't have to breathe more than you do, Cam," Atriama reports.
"... Why don't you need to breathe?"
"I mean, I prefer to breathe, but I don't get more than a certain tolerable amount of uncomfortable from just plain not doing it," says Cam. "I'm indestructible."
"I wonder if I won't shed, in that case," muses Atriama. "Or if I can avoid the touching problem just by declaring my scales not part of my body? Unfortunately I'm not sure how to comfortably test it."
"No one here is going to forcibly touch you," says the witch. "Anyone who tries it is the worst kind of criminal. Or a very young child that severely needs a lesson. In your own world I don't think people will know that, I'm afraid. I don't believe I can help, but I can look for methods."
"If it turns out that me and Cam are a package deal such that I will appear whenever he's summoned from now on, I had better have a good defense," says Atriama. "Laminate myself in plastic or declare the scales not part of me - are there any hermit crab daemons? Do their shells count? - Or he'll have to stop taking summons and that would be awful."
"I... think their shells don't count. But there isn't exactly a test for this sort of thing, so I couldn't say for sure. Why would not taking summons be awful?"
"And somebody would terraform Mars without us," adds Atriama. She starts coiling up Cam's body to drape herself between his wings and over his shoulders. He looks quizzically at her but doesn't stop her.
"... Is there something wrong with doing things here?" she wonders. "I understand if you would want to return home, but it seems the obvious solution."
"I could just stay here, at least for the time being. My pen pals would miss me after a few years, and I will be dismissed whether I like it or not whenever you die, but it is at least short-term safe for the snake and has no other obvious drawbacks."