She seemed quite interested in it all, and he did like the little blush on her cheeks at the mention of sex. He laughed again, his own fake blush matching hers.
He laughed at the thought of vain witches. "Oh I've met a couple that did such a trade. The never read the fineprint." He explained further as he pointed to a shiny surface. His lack of reflection was quite evident. "A bit hard to enjoy immortal beauty when you can't see yourself."
Getting up off the chair, he tried not to show his boredom at the chit chat. He cleared away the rubbish, manually cleaning up after the drying. Making himself indispensable to her was something that seemed appealing. Such innocence would be a pleasure to taint.
"It's getting pretty late," he said softly. "You don't have to stay up on account of me. I can keep myself entertained."