OVER for dinner, no. I wouldn't mind going to a restaurant with him, though. The dude loves making deals, so I reckon I could make a good one:
Me: 'Well, now, Scratchy m'boy, I'm afraid my soul's not on the market, but here's an alternate suggestion. We have just consumed between us a mighty mountain of jumbo shrimp and french fries. Now, one of us has to pay for it, so here's the deal - I'll trade all the soul that's in my left big toenail right now in exchange for you paying the check.'
De Debbil: 'Ahh... err... oh, well, something's better than nothing. Done. *scribbles on a napkin* Sign this in blood... Yes, good... Ha ha! THE SOUL IN YOUR LEFT BIG TOENAIL IS MINE!'
Me: *hands him my left big toenail, cut in advance* There ya go. Now, pony up.
De Debbil: ...damn you. And I wish I could mean that literally.