“Demons are guys,” he insisted.
“Hmm. That’s not very open minded,” she said.
He shook his head. “I’m not prejudiced or anything, but when you ask me ‘would you date a demon’, the standard picture is the demon lover. That guy in all the stories. I just don’t swing that way.”
“Interesting,” she said, sipping her drink. “So you’re in a relationship?”
“Well,” he said sheepishly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you this. Actually I’m married. She’s my best friend.”
She laughed. “No worries, I’m married too. I guess we have that in common.”
“OK, what now?” he asked. “Buy you another drink?”
“You’re very sweet,” she said, “but I don’t think you’re my type.”
“Oh well,” he mused, “maybe you need a demon lover.”
“Maybe,” she smiled, “Gotta go.”
She was still pondering their conversation when she got home. “Hello honey. It’s your wife.”
“Hey lover. Out prowling again?”
“Yep, but nothing interesting. Found one soul just about begging for damnation, but he was kind of a drip, so I decided to take a pass.”
“I’m sure you’ll do better tomorrow. Now give me a kiss.”
The two women came together, and their demon kiss was filled with fire.