They're not really my demons. They're demons. They do as they please. Humans have all the control in the world, love. If they want to listen to someone telling them to do a thing, that's their choice. Just as they could listen to someone telling them not to. I don't make anyone do anything. I offer them a choice, sometimes. If they come to me and ask. Trust me, boy, there's far too many people for me to be hunched over everyone's shoulder whispering naughty things for them to do. Why would I want them to be horrible, monstrous twats? Then they wind up in Hell and I have to babysit them for eternity.

[He sighed, shaking his head.]

Or did. Until I left. I'm quite done with that, thank you. Though, I do still like the notion of making sure the person that does the crime is punished for it. It's why I love working with the LAPD so much.

[One of the reasons why, but this one didn't need to know everything.]

Chas, mm? What's that short for? Chester? Chadwick? Cheshire?

[He was having fun now, and his attention was on poor Chas.]

Whatever there is to be had. Sex, drugs, and definitely some rock and roll. There's no Lux here, but perhaps I could make another.