"I don't believe it." Marlowe grinned and poured himself another glass of water. "You don't even look like a demon."
"And you're an expert on them, are you?"
"Well, no, but everyone knows demons are red and have pitchforks and funny moustaches."
Jasfoup sighed and sat down. "That's just a religious stereotype intended to frighten to populace into keeping the faith," he said. "It has no real basis in the modern world. Most of us take human form instead."
"Prove it," said Marlowe. "Prove to me you're a demon from the lowest pits of Hell."
"Not the lowest," said Jasfoup. "Level six. Anyway, name a wish and I'll grant it."
"Okay. Turn this water into wine."
"Easy." Jasfoup swivelled in his chair. "Innkeeper? A flagon of wine, if you please." He turned back to the playwright. "Do you have sixpence, by any chance?"
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