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That is absolutely not amusement that lingers in the corners of her lips and glinting in her eyes, and Trish hopes that concern is more visible than the apparent suppressed laughter that fights to escape from her chest. Satana, always so put together with flawless hair is now looking like a very pissed off feral cat and Trish has to gloat just a little. 

It does not take her long to recover from that sly comment, but it does take her a blink of an eye or two before she responds, closing the door behind Satana (and noticing how steam rises from her skin once close to her). 

“Huh. How often does that pick up line work?” She shoots back, ignoring the thought that she would like to see Satana wear her tank top. “I have something that will fit you better, come on.” Down the hallway, into the bedroom - is this the first time the demon is in here? In reality at least.  “Here, try it on.”

              and to think that he was just winding down from his misadventures in another dimension --- his eyes landed upon satana and immediately the sorcerer closed his eyes and leaned back against the couch even more so. he was laid out across it, and with his extra height his knees were over the arm rest and legs were dangling off the edge.

“   to what do i owe the pleasure, satana?   ”   his voice was a drawl, either it be from laziness or something else entirely.

          Satana is no homeless migrant who simply wanders in on him when she’s got the spare time.   No,  he pieced together long ago that she’s got her own place somewhere,  and that occasionally,  she’s there.   Never has Bane been there before though,  but today it just so happens that that’s going to change.   In the area for unrelated reasons ( dealing with some unsavory people he keeps running into ),  but her name comes up---  the people he came to deal with are dealt with,  but like an acquaintance of an acquaintance,  the one who mentions her remains, and ELUDES him.   It brings up memories of the one who once left him a book,  in the hopes that he might use it against her.   Bane doesn’t know if it’s them,  but if it is,  they’re even less direct this time,  likely because they know he’s on her side.   Still,  with some digging,  he manages to discover that,  apparently,  she lives nearby.

          He finds his way there quickly.

          And Bane discovers he needn’t bother knocking,  even if he’d been considering it in the first place.   Maybe by coincidence,  he finds the door unlocked,  though it doesn’t quite worry him,  as he’s sure it wouldn’t be her misfortune if someone walked in with bad intentions.   His intentions are,  of course,  nothing but good when it comes to her,  yet he can barely contain the little GLEAM in his eyes when he thinks about what he’s doing and what she’s done in the past.   All the times she appeared in his place,  only making her presence known when she’s moments away from hopping onto him;  this is somewhat amusing to him.

Bets are off in the concierge department, though. Now, and for always.

Frankly, the last time he’d been summoned into Satnna’s hell he’d been expecting to be interrogated as to the whereabouts, intentions, and overall health of her brother. Which for some reason unbeknownst to him had become his problem in spite of having little to no effect on Daimon Hellstrom’s development so far as he could tell. And even in any hell he knew of he had far from acquired Beatles status, so he didn’t even have a cultural excuse either as far as he knew. But Satana’s agenda had been admirably her own, even all the way down to the force-feeding and subsequent poisoning.

He had walked away from that diner both appalled by the food and by feeling like he’d been treated like nothing better than a Gold Coast side-show for his trouble, all of course while trying to actually save his own damn planet. Hell, he would have considered walking in disguised as a cat if he weren’t half sure Satana wouldn’t either adopt him or fillet him for the attempt.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you that it was rude to steal people from their own dreams?” And much needed sleep? Nightmare hadn’t been so much of a concern as of late given he’d given the demon several good what-for’s recently, so his own memories were the only thing to blame for his not being able to sleep this time around. But once sucked down into his own subconscious, being nabbed into Hell’s Diner wasn’t exactly a good dream for him either. Especially considering his opinion on the bacon... “It’s quite rude, all things considered.”

       “you know, i’ve dealt with a few supernatural beings. The Weeping Woman, Bloody Mary - hell i’ve done battle with Medusa but you...?” Kate’s smiling as she’s talking about past encounters, praying in the back of her mind a fight doesn’t break out between herself and the queen of hell. “if i ever dared to fight against you, i’d know i’ve lost my damn mind.”

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