“With the untold power of imagination.” He smiled and stared at her sunglasses. He was tempted to take them off,really. He knew what would happen. Curiosity killed the Devil,and then sent his ass back to Hell,apparently. “Also, locked doors don’t keep my kind out. We tend to slither everywhere.”
“Your kind,” she repeated, stilettos clacking at a steady pace as she approached. His presence made her snakes squirm beneath the wig, but she willed them to halt. Not yet, girls. Patience… “Please, do enlighten me before I tire from your riddles."
