Simon Klauve
He laughed to himself at the demons expression. Did he finally understand? From the demons little spiel, it sounds like it. He was afraid. Good! Those who fear another get stronger! He was grinning as he stood up. "And what of your pride, daemon?" He held up his hand and slowly made a fist, as if crushing something. "What will happen to your pride, your "superiority", when I beat you again?" He laughed again, eyes full of blind desire to smash something to a tiny pulp, then into paste, and then smash it some more. He grabbed the demons shoulder as he turned away, and sniffed, grinning more. "I can smell your fear... Remember that."
As suddenly as it had happened, it was over, and Simon went back to sitting against the door, smiling like everything was going his way. The mad rage in his eyes was gone, the overwhelming desire to fight, gone. He was back to his usual self. "Enjoy your bath!"