Somehow talking to Fred always managed to make Cordelia feel like she was trying to solve a 5000 piece puzzle with really tiny pieces. She leaned back against the couch, positioning herself so she was facing the other woman face-on.
"So a demon made you promise to write some kind of autobiographical essay in exchange for some books that may or may not help? And...the people who went with you just let you make this deal?" There was more than a hint of confusion in her tone.