Blackwater Islands Mildewed and smoldering

The demon nodded. That is my plan, he assured her. 

He studied her face (much like he had always seen his mother do). If I come to you later and ask you to do something for me to help the mission, will you accept? He was unsure what her answer would be. He could tell she had not been happy with the topic of conversation at first, but she seemed more agreeable now. 

Maybe she would agree to this.