Satan raised an eyebrow and hefted herself up to sit crosslegged on the mini-bar. She tucked her dress over her knees discretely, every inch the proper lady, and then pulled the lid off the bottle of schnapps to take a long swig.
"What a curious little thing you are," Satan said, tilting her head. "You try to appeal to my better side, and then refuse to tell me how my brother's resurrection went. An interesting idea of kindness."