What we need," said Jasfoup, "is someone to lure our hermit necromancer out of hiding. Someone able to take care of themselves with spells and whatnot but still present an irresistible target."
"Someone in the full flush of manhood, strong and virile, yet sensitive enough to lure the purest heart into temptation."
Harold raised an eyebrow. "Someone like me, you mean?"
Jasfoup coughed. "I hadn't thought of it like that," he said. "What a marvellous idea, Harold. Sometimes your keen insights astound me."
"Don't butter it too hard, old bean." Harold put his pen down and stared right into the demon's eyes. "I know you too well. You had me down as 'target' the minute you thought of the plan."
Image: Target Jasper Johns 1978