"Yeah. One person's crazy is another person's fucked up existence," Nick snorted. He wanted to drain the beer in front of him, but talking about the demon made it harder to fight, so he sipped at it instead. Keeping his head was seriously vital.

"S'why I tend to tell people I got drafted and that I've had a bad few years. The whole lot of it doesn't get me invited to a lot of parties."

This time, when he smiled, it was enough to show the fangs.