"Ah, the demons do seem to want to do that," Patrick acknowledged. Though most of them tended to leave him alone these days. Back when he was more vulnerable, they messed with him more, but lately he knew the power he had. The demons recognised it and usually went after people he loved instead. Which, to Patrick, was far worse.
"I tried to sell my soul once," Patrick mused, sipping at his coffee. "Just for some peace and quiet. Michael the archangel got so mad he made me stay with him at his apartment and he grumped at me, but Michael's diet is pretty much entirely sweets. I was an angelic prisoner at a candy factory. I reckon that's got to be better than real prison." The truth was, he envied the mortals too, sometimes.