Belial settled down in a chair and lit a second cigarette. If he wasn't permitted to smoke indoors, whoever admonished him for it could go take a long walk off a short pier.
He blew smoke out of his nose, considering.
"No idea. Humans seem to get up to it easily enough themselves," he said. "But they don't bring me out to play unless they want something big accomplished. Anyone can convince someone to do something once, with practice."
Belial gestured to the chair across from him, and flicked his ashes onto the floor; he was tidy enough that they dissolved into dusty little puffs and vanished.
"It takes a special kind of talent to convince someone that they want to do something repeatedly, even when they know the stakes are high."
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Date: Saturday, 21 March 2009 05:34 (UTC)He blew smoke out of his nose, considering.
"No idea. Humans seem to get up to it easily enough themselves," he said. "But they don't bring me out to play unless they want something big accomplished. Anyone can convince someone to do something once, with practice."
Belial gestured to the chair across from him, and flicked his ashes onto the floor; he was tidy enough that they dissolved into dusty little puffs and vanished.
"It takes a special kind of talent to convince someone that they want to do something repeatedly, even when they know the stakes are high."