"If only I was as smart as it sounds," was Pete's wry reply. He might not be the wisest man, but his eyes did seem as though he had seen and done too much in the course of his lifetime. "After hanging about some of those sorts, I'll give you a bit of advice, luv? Demons aren't talking at you to make friends. It's usually because they want summat out of you. Beware. They're tricky buggers."
He suddenly looked ready to make a calculated retreat. She was a nice girl, and it was safer to keep things at a respectable distance.
"I'm going to go drink myself stupid," he announced, which was his way to excuse himself. "If you need anything, look me up. An' if you've any demons pestering you, it's not like I can banish them or the likes? But I can give them a telling off they'll never forget. It'd likely get them off your back for a while."
It was the least he could offer. He started to raise a hand to wave goodbye, made a meh noise instead, and then wandered off in the direction of alcohol.