Still clutching the duck in the safe crook of his arms, he clapped. "Oh, and she figured it out. And here I thought the spine and the eyes were a dead giveaway. Or am I so sexy that you didn't notice?" he winked and then wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, reaching out to run a hand along the smooth skin of her stomach.
He held out a hand, palm up about a foot from her head. He made a fist and then flicked his fingers open. A sudden ball of flame ignited, his hand cradling it to keep it contained. "Demon," he sang out. "I sign my name in blood, dance under the moonlight, and sacrifice virgins to the Dark Lord," he laughed. Extinguishing the flame he pushed himself up on his arms, shoving the duck under his back and away from her. "To be honest I haven't sacrificed any virgins for months. Too hard to come by nowadays."