“We could work on our English outline," I say and almost can't contain the chuckle."Really? That's your idea of a hot date?""I'm sorry, I wasn't aware we were on a 'hot date'" And this time I can't contain the chuckle when she cringes. "So, how hot would you like it? I'm capable of all levels of hotness, from Luc-warm to - and I'm being literal here - hotter than Hell.”

“I'm literally too hot to handle.”

“Whoa! I knew you were hot, but Jesus!’ she says, and I wonder why she things He has anything to do with it.”

“But I can't see how anybody who drives a '68 Shelby could be all bad.”

“I'm a demon, not a pig, so I keep the place relatively neat.”

“What is it?”“Well, how it works is you take the box out of my hand and open it,” I say with a grin.”

“There’s no crying in baseball and no love in Hell. It’s just the rules. You could say it’s against our religion, more or less.”