"Everyone has a price," the demon hissed, dripping sulfurous slaver from its jaws. "The only difficulty is in meeting it." It gestured at Sandy, its black eyes losing focus briefly. "She would let the world burn to save her mewling lover." It laughed. "Pity he wouldn't return the favor." The demon pointed to Charles. "He would slit all of your throats if doing so would give him the artistic transcendence he craves." It turned then to Howard. "And this one..." It trailed off, blinking. "Five dollars? Truly?"
Howard shrugged. "That's a minimum. If I get a counter-offer, we can talk negotiations."
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