"Not looking like a demon is the point. One gets tired of being all... long and slithery... Besides, you lot have developed this irrational fear of snakes. I would never get anywhere trying to tempt you if you were too busy screaming, running the other way, or climbing up on chairs and things..."

The nearer she came the easier it would be to see his eyes. Bright golden things with slits for pupils and not a pair of sunglasses around anywhere to shield them. They were the lingering vestige of his demonic heritage that he had never entirely been able to tame.