"I'll get you a new pair; what size are you anyway? A size..." shit! How did the Japanese do their sizes again? Flauros thought to himself, "One, or a size zero?" Yako was rather petite from what the demon could tell. "And what color were those jeans? I can't tell with all the soot that's on them."
Now, about controlling that damn stuff, Flauros had to concede on that. This wasn't his issue, and if Yako wanted to get rid of it, then there wasn't much that Flauros could do about it. Now there was something nagging at the demon; something that he had to ask with all the sincerity he had.
"I keep forgetting, but why are you on Niflheim's side again? For once I don't mean to offend, but you should have been on Asgard's side,"