That's a thrill I won't be experiencing anytime soon. [Not without the aid of a hang glider or something similar. Demonhood is a mixed bag, as far as he can tell. Some of them have wings, some have tails, still others traded in their soft skin for scales.

To be honest, he's kind of glad he hasn't changed. Wouldn't say no to a set of wings for a day, though.

He picks up the phone for a better look, giving a low, reedy whistle. Those are some kind of mountains, all right.]

Yeah, but giant dragon-vulture creatures trying take a bite is half the fun, right?

[He flashes another grin at her.]

Can't say I'm not pleased you decided to settle. [There's no question there, no press for more information. He passes her phone back.] Who else am I gonna pawn all these concealment potions off on, huh?

[Definitely teasing.]