In Godspring, there appears a winged girl.
"I could ask the bar if Security prevents any soul transactions and then you could talk to him, if you'd like."
"I don't really think I'm equipped to make evaluations like that in interpersonal interaction."
Nod. "I've been doing it for a couple thousand years and I have yet to get one wrong, but I recognize there's too much at stake to rely on that in place of more ordinary precautions."
"There was of course also three days of questioning under a magical truth effect, but we don't expect you to trust that either. We don't expect you to trust in anything. He won't enter Revelation."
"Of course. Is there anything in particular you wanted to see while you're here? There's an outdoors, the bar answers questions about the multiverse - and has magically-calibrated taste in drink recommendations -"
"Isn't it?" And they head back out into the main bar, where the miniatures Quidditch match has disintegrated into a high-speed chase around the windows. Timothy is resting on Cam's shoulder and typing up the new demons list.
He will make himself a second plate of nachos and - "Timothy can you summon someone else this is really boring."
He finishes it and then curls back up against Cam while he waits.
"Hi! Task's super boring, or so my little brother tells me -"
"It's just converting stacks of books to digital form, Valian standard filetype, as they appear. We can offer you miscellaneous potions and magic items off the Hazel for-demons list, introductions to various Elf royalty, uncannily good books and music recommendations from universes not yet known to Hell..."
Who closes his eyes and - "yeah, one of them's free - they forked," he adds to the demon, "but they forked after inventing lightleapers so I should think it counts. You can probably talk while doing the chips, right -"