Snort. "Bet not."

"And 'but she's fine, she went to Hell' goes over even worse. I've been trying to explain to people that demons can't even take souls and some people decided I was just saying that as part of a very clever long-term scheme to convince people not to be sufficiently wary so demons could take more souls."

"If this conversation ends in you asking for my soul I'm gonna be real annoyed."

"Not to make too fine a point of it or anything but if I wanted it -"

"Yeah, exactly, pointless extra rigmarole, you coulda had it."

"...and that's why you'd be annoyed? Because of the rigmarole? Demons can't take souls. I'm here because I wanted you all to have a nice house away from stupid governments that doesn't explode at all."

"It's nice of you."

Shrug. "Take care."

"Thanks."

He flies off.

Most of the wizards are hanging out in Milliways racing rocks around mazes on the table.

He's lost the magic a couple times over the last couple months but he has it now; he sits down with them.

Karen's hunk of onyx is doing pretty well, till she notices Minor and it makes a wrong turn.

"Hey!" he says when the game ends. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

"It's okay."

"What've you been up to?"

"Uh, more of the future-year wizarding world books research, seeing which of the things work."

"Cool. Is everything okay?"

"Mmhm."

"Okay!" And he participates in another few maze races and then goes to find Timothy.

He's reading through trial transcripts for all the other daeva on Ganymede, just in case.

"Hey! I have a question."

"Well, I'm not omniscient yet but I'm working on it."

"Don't, you'd freak Cam out. Karen's upset and I don't know why."

" - I think she likes Miranda."