"No shit. That stuff is ridiculous. Honestly, my least favorite work. At least corporeal demons have some fuckin' perspective, y'know? When you spend all your time as an umbrella you don't really have a good grasp on reality. There was a demon in an amulet some guy bought from Romania. Entitled prick. Catholic's got that one though. They thought it was part of Dracula's Raiment. I didn't bother disabusing them of the nothing. Because if I got a piece of that, I'd keep it."

She coughed and cleared her throat, cheeks coloring as she stuck out her tongue in a grin.

"Gotta get the occasional souvenir, and Drac was a class act. If I'm gonna have spooks hanging around I'd rather interesting ones. Mom has a fan that belonged to Elizabeth of Bathor--wait. Do you even know who I'm talking about?" she asked, drawing a leg up onto the couch and wrapping her arms around it, chin resting on her knee. Just a brief flash of lace panties past the hem of her top. Pink roses.