Redhawk Caldera Heart of a dog

"Or," Ash piped up, in a fit of sudden bravery, "you could call me Arsemode instead. Sounds more refined, don't you think?" At least the guy wasn't insisting that he was named Assmode and not Ashmedai, no matter what private thoughts he hoarded in that head of his. Perhaps he'd found something worse to name Ash, and to tell the truth, Ash didn't care in the least.

"Unless you were born with three legs and a dangling stick of a limb, I'd call that hobbling." Ashmedai attempted to duck under and sneak the rabbit out just to prove a point, but midway through, decided that it wasn't worth it to be potentially knocked into in Peregrine's fit of protecting his food and retreated, painting a sullen expression overexaggerated on his face. "In all seriousness, though, d'you mind if I take a look at that leg?"

I REALLY MUST SLEEP. ASHMEDAI IS GETTING CRAZIER AND CRAZIER, AN INDICATION OF MY DELIRIUM