"Wasn't. Just made it hard to sleep."

Nodnod. "Should I let you sleep?"

"Don't have room to lie down in the circle, do I," says the demon.

"I can telepathy Timothy to come over right away."

"That's very nice for you."

"...so would you like me to do that?"

"Might as well get it over with."

Timothy?

Yeah?

Demon's here, you should come. 

Thank you. You okay?

Yeah! I don't know if I'm annoying him. I know daeva aren't used to children so I'm trying not to be childish but it's hard.

I bet he's annoyed by the situation, not you. 

And to Cam - "that murderer we had the Milliways circle open for showed up, and is talking to Mingling -"

"Grand. You want me to do the talking till we have something hashed out?"

"Yes, please."

So Cam trots downstairs. "Hello," he says to the demon.

"Hi. What's this about, you're not the feds."

"We are not the feds," agrees Cam. "We don't want anything from you, the binding covers everything we need. Timothy'll trade you a paperclip for a paperclip and then you can go out the door, it'll probably lead to your house or somewhere else you go a lot, and you can go about your business."

"He's, what, your pet human so you can bind up neighbors back home you don't like?"

"I make really nice paperclips," says Cam, unruffled.

"Deal?"

"Deal," mutters the demon, and he throws a paperclip at Timothy and Cam drops one into his hand and gestures at the door. The demon opens it and is unsurprised by the house beyond and steps out.

The door closes.

"I was really wondering why he murdered those people."

"Couldn't tell you. If this happens again tell me right away, okay? In case someone's more creative about trying to hurt you."

"Okay."

"Did he say much of anything before you called Timothy?"

"Yeah we talked. He wrote Timothy a letter first but I don't know how fast time was passing for you or how often you check, and I explained that he could go back to Hell but he was confused, and I said that if he really needed to murder people to be happy there'd probably be Elves who'd volunteer and he was really confused about that too."

"It's a confusing sort of thing to say, and the sort of person who needs murder to be happy might find the experience ruined by voluntarism."