Smooch. "You're welcome."

Eeeeeeee."So do all violinist demons have whatever is agreed to be the best violin ever made, or can you do better than whatever humans have..."

"Oh there are the most fantastic arguments. We can definitely beat conventional manufacture but of course a human who wants a really nice violin will just, you know, get a demon to make one. There's a lot of agreement on the best electric violin actually, but conventional there are a dozen serious contenders and a few cult favorites."

"Electric violin?"

"Ooooh right you don't know about electric string instruments! Are you a violin person or would you rather have a guitar or what -"

"I have a violin that's three inches long but plays normally, it was a Christmas present, you should see it, it's adorable. I'd love the best violin there is, though."

And Amriac materializes for him a sort of outline of a violin in bright peacock blue, and its wireless accessory, and a bow, and grins.

"Wow - you're amazing - how does that even work -"

"You play it just like a normal violin! Try it!"

He blinks at it a few more times and then tries.

And beams delightedly, and tries something more complicated -

- after a few minutes he is crying. "It's so beautiful. It's perfect - thank you -"

"You're so cute."

"I think most people would react enthusiastically if someone appeared and started fulfilling all their wildest dreams!"

"Sure, but your wildest dreams are electric violins and it's adorable!"

"It's so beautiful. Do you mind if I just play for a while -"

"Go for it." She flops her head into his lap, wings splayed to either side, and looks up at him expectantly.

Okay well in that case he's going to be too distracted to play for a couple minutes. But then he'll pull it together.

It makes such lovely sounds.

Amriac produces a little chip-responsive device that will produce tones in response to her thoughts and plays along when she has the gist.

That's really cool, he writes in glittering letters in the air when he has a moment to move his wand hand.

Makes up for my lack of singing voice, she replies in purple smoke.

He leans down to kiss her hair and giggle and then keep playing.

"...so what, exactly, would have gone worse if you'd warned him not to say - whatever means that she can do whatever she wants -"

"He's going to want thousands and thousands of things, he's going to be completely insatiable, and if he tried to negotiate for them piecemeal she was going to get sick of him. Now she has 'whatever she wants' and can give it all to him as presents, and will, and they'll both have more fun, and she likes that she could hurt him and he's not frightened by it and she's not going to, so -"

"How'd you know it was going to turn out exactly that way -"

"I'm getting the sense you have to be either experienced or paranoid to not fuck up negotiating with daeva for things. I honestly think 'get daeva who like working with you and want to keep doing it in future' is infinitely more tractable than 'win repeated hostile interactions with a scary lose condition'. Even if he sat through the four-credit university class he'd have slipped up at something unless he was being too careful to have any fun. And screwing up once you've annoyed someone is worse."

"Sounds about right. Are you going to try to matchmake daeva with more people like that or is everybody else going to do it differently?"