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Lady Jingling Drifter
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"Of course you're not interrupting, your highness," you say, carefully maintaining a friendly smile. If Satan is amused by you, then you're probably out of the woods for the time being, so it shouldn't hurt. "I'm Glasya-Labolas. Glas, if you prefer it. I'm one of the princes. A middle child."
"Right, right. Glasya-Labolas," Satan says, as though he had any idea what your name was before this. You highly doubt he keeps tabs on every demon in Hell - he did just own up to the fact that he finds you and most of your siblings essentially interchangeable.
"So, a middle child, huh?" he asks, before you can get another word in edgewise. "What brings you to court? Looking for marriage prospects? You might want to set your sights a little higher than Lord Camio." He drops his voice into a sort of stage murmur. "I don't think he's exactly the marrying type."
Camio snorts. You glance at him, expecting agitation, only to see him still looking gently amused. Somehow, attacking Jasper seems to have improved his mood.
"I'm just trying to make a name for myself beyond my mother," you say, both because it's true and because you're not sure you want Satan to know anything you think about Camio. It might be better that way, for now. "And I have my own estate now, so I'd better start courting eventually, before all the eligible nobles of the court are snatched up."
Satan laughs. "You're witty! I like that in a demon."
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