There was a screech and a thud and the young woman finished reading an entire page of a dull spy-thriller before placing the bookmark and turning to face the demon.
"Feztyr, you are late," she chided.
The demon, already hunched over from the low ceiling, hunched further under her gaze, "I render upon you all the apologies, my queen."
She giggled, "Excellent grovel! You've been practicing!"
"Thank you for noticing."
"Always. Lunch?"