"They always decide," Ate told him simply. "I can't force anything that isn't already a little worm inside their skulls." She shrugged. "That's what I am, pumpkin. I'm human nature at it's most self-destructive."

Ate considered that, unsure of this demon's angle. Demons were, in some ways, just like daimons: slippery and wily things. She accepted that flattery he laid on her though, even if it was empty. She didn't care - she liked hearing that people couldn't deny her, even if it wasn't true anymore. "Nothing comes to mind," Ate said, and when she paused to consider she could hear the crunch of bones from the bathroom. "Why?" she asked him sweetly, batting her eyelashes and putting on a sugary voice, "would you get it for me?"