Eva reads out two names from the list, spelling them if necessary, and then says, "Thanks!"

Providing the maker has nothing else to add, she unsummons her.

The maker disappears.

"Well. That went alright, despite some awkwardness."

"Yeah, I think so. Should I just redraw the circle to get another one, then?"

"Yeah."

So she in fact does re-draw the circle.

Does she get another random maker? She's expecting another random maker.

She gets another random maker! This one is much more open about being demonic. Big, menacing wings, villainous-looking clothes, horns and tail. "Another mortal wishes to bargain? Will you offer the soul that only shackles you?"

She raises an eyebrow and asks, "And how exactly does it 'only shackle me'?"

"It shackles your thinking. You hold onto it because you're born with it. It doesn't help you in any way. It doesn't make you human. It doesn't help you in the afterlife. It doesn't generate your emotions. Wheras it could help you, if you were to give it to me."

"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.