"I don't know about this," said Brenda. She glanced nervously behind her as the incubus pushed her chair in. He winked.
"Hon, it's fine," said Jon. "It's like fast food. A little bit every now and then won't hurt much."
"But it does hurt?"
"Madam," said their waiter, materializing in a puff of brimstone, "there is no pain at all here. We offer the finest earthly pleasures in a strict transactional mode. The most succulent meats, the most delicate glazes..."
"I'm vegetarian."
"How wise. Healthy and moral." The waiter smiled, revealing razor teeth. "Shall we start with a salad, then?"
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