"Escort me home?" Serrure repeated, eyes widening. "My, but you're forward. Haven't even bought me dinner, yet you already want to take me home? Tsk. I am sorry to inform you, I'm not that sort of boy."

Even in the hold, Serrure did not squirm, only smiled, relaxed, turned on the charm. He was confident in his ability to talk his way out of the situation and if that failed, it was his experience that getting away was almost supernaturally easy. On the other hand, he'd not encountered a demon before, not that he knew he was encountering one now.