"Lucifer?" Buffy clarified as they continued to walk, that nagging, tingling feeling intensifying. The sweet, lost little kid was quickly turning into the sort of creepy horror story they told around camp fires back home. Luckily the pair was nearing some of the shops that marked the beginning of a more commercial part of town. Buffy assumed if the kid was some sort of demonic spawn, she wouldn't rip her spine out in the middle of town.
"Do you have his phone number or a way to get in contact with him?" Buffy continued, still intent on seeing the girl home whether she was demonspawn or not.