Satan reached out and patted her on the cheek before hopping off the bar. "I've still got phonecalls to make, precious. You just stay right there and we'll see if you feel like having a chat when I'm done."
She took a few steps away, then tilted her head thoughtfully and turned around. She tilted the bottle of schnapps over Agatha's hand, letting the alcohol pour out onto the wound. "There. I'd hate for you to get an infection."