“How do I look?”
Harold admired himself in the mirror one more time and turned to Jasfoup.
“You look like a complete prat,” said the demon amiably, flicking through the pages of Woman’s Own. “Y-front’s never came into fashion, let alone went out.”
“I don’t mean my underwear,” said Harold. “I meant my new tricorn hat. Do you like it?”
“I like the hat, yes.” Jasfoup raised an eyebrow. “It’s certainly more suitable than the one you were wearing last year.”
“That was an authentic 1976 pleather cowboy hat,” Harold said, disguising his hurt. “The e-bay seller told me so.”