Rashad is greatly enjoying the coziness of this chair and his fellow occupant thereof. It's like he's cuddling with the furniture as well as with an angel -- all very ideal, of course. If he is going to do something, it is right that he should do it well, and he thinks he is doing very well at this indeed.

"He is not interrupting us now," he points out. He does stop holding quite so tight, though, the topic of the demon enough to cut through some of the warm haze. He does not want the demon to come, though it seems to him even the presence of a denizen of the Pale could not ruin the good time he is having. "We could tell him to go away again if he does," he suggests after a moment of silence to work it out.