"However long you're here, you're officially under my protection - and, by extension, his. If any other devil tries to harm you, or trap you into a bargain, they will regret it." There's something viciously, shamelessly satisfied in the way he says it, a flash in those newly human eyes that's fiendish to the bone.

"What I gave up, compared to that..." He just shrugs. "Endurance. I'll need to watch my back a little more, spend more magic on healing myself. It's like..." He reaches out his hand, and flexes his fingers. "Turning back the clock. Maybe I'll pick up a shield again."