[ The demon's body crumbles at their feet, dissolving into light and ash and nothingness—back to where it belongs. She wipes the dark blood off her blade on to her thigh before sheathing it. He smiles, and she feels this flood of relief. Everything could have gone south. He could have died. She could have had to kill him.

She smiles back, adrenaline leaking from her slowly. ]

It was impressive, but I think I've definitely seen better—the kinds of asses that don't come with the added chance of possession. [ She reaches out to touch his bicep again, this time it's far more gentle, a pat. ]

You did it. [ Didn't give in. She's impressed. ]