Harold clicked the right mouse button another thirty times in case the computer decided he wasn’t worth the trouble.
“What?” The demon came into the office, drying his hands on a tea towel marked A Present from Blackpool. “I’m a bit busy.”
“This website says I’m not authorised to view it.” Harold clicked retry several more times.
Jasfoup peered over his shoulder. “You’ve got child protection on,” he said. “What’s the website?” He leaned over and turned the safety lock off.
Harold at least had the decency to look embarrassed. “I was thinking of getting a piercing,” he said.