"What are you going to do? How'd you hijack my spell?"

"...Spell? No, you summoned me. That is what happens when you draw circles on the floor."

"Don't try to fucking gaslight me! This is not a summoning circle, it's a divination circle!"

"Well it summoned me. Without bindings, I may add, which is really damn irresponsible, do you even have a summoning license?"

"It's a divination circle, look at the compass points!" she says furiously. "I don't know how you got here or why you want me to think it's my fault but so help me if you don't cut out the bullshit I'm marching straight to the USADI and I don't care if they draft me for it!"

"Look, I have no idea what the hell you're on about with divination, or what the USADI is. But if you want me gone, just want me gone. You haven't agreed to a deal so I can't stick around to collect on it."

"I can't even think of how that would be a trick but I'm not stupid enough to think that means it isn't one." She shakes her head. "I didn't even cast anything. I was only half done and you appear in my divination circle like you're the demon of the week and it's my fault, what's your deal?"

"My deal is: I am just as confused as you are, and I'm starting to think I'm the butt of a practical joke, here."

"Oh, poor you, show me on the doll where the other forces of darkness touched you."

Sigh. He can't just leave, he'll be stuck on Earth. "If I demonstrate abilities that your 'magic' cannot quickly and easily imitate will you start to actually listen?"

"I'll start to call the fucking USADI if I can't reduce you to ash myself if you twitch wrong, the only reason you're still standing there without goons coming after you is all you've done is talk and it's just barely possible that you're a mutant from a neutral species or some kind of undocumented somethingorother."

"What's with the fucking hostility, seriously, I'm the one that's stuck if you won't unsummon me. And I still have no clue what the USADI is besides, apparently, military."

"I did not summon you it's a divination circle. United States Anti Demon Initiative? Black uniforms, stupid hats, stompy boots, ring a bell? You speak English with an American accent, where the fuck would you have got that without hearing of the USADI?"

"Daeva get their summoners' languages, don't you know." He switches accents. "I can also do BBC," switch, "Australia," back to American English, "Whatever. Demons are nasty characters, sure, but all you have to do is not summon them."

"Which I was not doing. Because this. Is a divination circle. Observe. The compass points. What are you if you don't like the catchall term?"

"I am a daeva. Specifically a fairy. Demons are another kind of daeva, angels a third. Okay, there is a fundamental disconnect here, this argument is not productive. Just. Dismiss me. Focus on wanting me gone, and I'll be gone, out of your hair."

"Have you or have you not caught on to the fact that I think you are up to something and do not care to take instructions from supernatural creatures who are up to something. Is that not clear."

He makes a noise of wordless frustration. It would not help to say that the other way to go home is to kill her. It won't help. Don't say it.

"Now, I haven't heard of fairies outside of cutesy kids' stories so I'm not sure how long it's going to take me to find reference materials on what the heck you are. If you'd like to give up this con as a bad job and shoo, this'd be a good time."

"I. Can't. Leave. You have to send me away. You have magic, do you have some kind of bullshit lie detection? Because neither of us wants me to follow you home and hover around until you dismiss me."

She sighs. "I could maybe put something together with what's in my bag that'd do it." She opens up her bag and rummages. When she leans over her shirt hikes up enough that he can see a water pistol on her belt.