"I speak only the truth," Oded purred. He took a drink from his glass, holding it with two fingers and rolling the glass idly as the fiery liquid slid over his tongue and down his throat. He couldn't get drunk, but the burn was ever so lovely. If he was aware that he moved differently or had mannerisms that bisected the other demons, he was silent on it. He was who he was.
He arched an eyebrow as her toes wiggled under his thigh. She wanted something. The trick of it would be to figure out what before she could draw too much of his interest.
The pitch of her voice changed and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Stories? That encompassed a great many things and did not give him any clue as to what she was after. He took another sip, acting disinterested and bored. "What kind of story were you looking for and what will I receive for it?" he asked.