Welp, here you were on the back of a horse, tired up might I add, with some sort of cowboy-maniac riding to god-knows where.

There was a thick silence while the imp talked to himself, smiling in triumph that he finally captured a member of the Ars goetia— You.

Though, while you laid on the horses back, you could feel his gaze on you. Honestly, what was his deal?

”Do you know how long it took to try n’ capture ya?..” Striker managed to ask with a slight smirk.