He reached up and lightly slapped the demon's face, then licked the mark he'd made. After he did so he leaned over his ear, laughing slightly then sobering.

"What do you think it involves? Clearly being a demon hasn't completely changed you; you're still fully capable of being a moron. And if you aren't smart enough to figure it out..." He said in a teasing tone, squirmed away and stood up. "Maybe I shouldn't let you do it after all," he told him haughtily.

The healer realized he was probably walking on thin ice, since provoking him was dangerous; but it was also fun in a way, and even arousing. So he sniffed, miracled a bathrobe around his body, and took a few strides away from the bed, his back to Mictain.