"It shackles my thinking? How exactly? And what would you use it for?"

"It shackes your thinking metaphorically. I collect them. It's interesting, seeing what different people's are like."

"It... shackles my thinking... metaphorically. Right. So, it does nothing?"

Meaning it does nothing to shackle her thinking. Whatever. This daeva is… kinda funny in a pathetic way, really.

The demon doesn't seem to think he's pathetic, he just finds the whole situation amusing. "It does nothing, which is why you shouldn't be afraid to give it up. So I have a flair for the dramatic, sue me."

"The binding can't prevent lies," Nick warns.

"Eh. Nah, I think I'll keep my soul for now. Presumably people only come with one, right?"

Yeah, the maker really seems like they're having the wrong kind of fun for 'I want to steal your immortal soul'. Either way, it can do the rest of the list for something that's not sex or soul, or they can go find another maker. She doesn't really want to give up her soul if it exists.

The demon gives a dramatic sigh. "One each, every one a unique bouquet. But very well. Names, then?"

"How many for the bottom half of this list?" She holds up the list and puts a hand over the top half, making it clear which items are left. "And do you care whether they're musicians, or actors, or what?"

"Hm. Isn't selling demon-made things illegal? Well, that's your problem, not mine. Three, at least one fantasy author."

"Who said anything about selling? Anyway, three names, including at least one of a fantasy author, in exchange for you making the second half of this list – from here onwards," she says, pointing at a specific entry. "Sounds good."

She doesn't know how precise she has to be, and this is kinda just repeating what's already been said, but it's better that she do this rather than he interprets 'second half of the list' as not including some entries or something. It seems approximately halfway, but she's not sure it's precisely halfway.

Things start appearing. One of the things appears directly above Nick and nearly falls on him. Nick catches it, and the demon gives a smirk. "Forgot to specify where to appear them, summoner. But I'm just having fun so I'll play nice now."

Eva raises an eyebrow. Right.

Well, at least he's not appearing them in people, such as her – admittedly that would probably stop his fun, but it would do damage.

She waits for him to finish the list.

He's done soon enough, still smirking amusedly.

She reads out three names – saying which one is the fantasy author – and then, provided everything is fine, thanks him for his time and dismisses him.

The demon disappears. 

Nick says, "And now we can really get kick-started on heavy industry."

"We can!"

It's going to be great. She can tell.