You and Angel walked through the burning hot street, both silent but not awkward. You finally reached your destination: an ice cream parlour. You had promised Angel to take him to an ice cream parlour if he... considered it as a date. Luckily for you and your hopeless romantic self, the devil couldn't care less as long as you offered him the plain vanilla soft serve he always came to enjoy.

He stood still while you both queued in line. Glancing over at you, he said, "You pay."